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PATTY   WILLIAMS'S   VOYAGE. 


A  STOEY  ALMOST  WHOLLY  TEUE. 


BY  A.  M.  W. 


"  Go,  little  book,  and  to  the  young  and  kind 

Speak  thou  of  pleasant  hours  and  lovely  things  ; 

Of  sea  and  land,  of  sunshine,  birds,  and  flowers, 
And  kindly  act  from  kindly  heart  that  springs  ; 
"  Lifting  the  heart  to  Him  whose  mercy  flings 

Beauty  and  love  abroad  ;  and  who  bestows 

Light  to  the  human  soul  and  beauty  to  the  rose." 


BOSTON: 

WALKER,    WISE,    AND    COMPANY, 

245  WASHINGTON  STREET. 

1861. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1860,  by 
WALKER,     WISE,     &     CO., 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  District  of 
Massachusetts. 


University  Press,  Cambridge  : 
Stereotyped  and  Printed  by  Welch,  Bigelow,  &  Co. 


CONTENTS, 


I.  CABIN  AND  STEERAGE       .....  5 

II.  THE  ISLAND    .......  13 

III.  JAPONICA  AND  MOON         .....  19 

IV.  MORE  OF  THE  ISLAND    .....  24 
V.  ON  BOARD  SHIP  AGAIN     .....  29 

VI.  THE  STORM     .......  36 

VII.  PATTY  TREATED  LIKE  A  CARPET-BAG  .  .  49 

VIIL  UP  THE  RIVER  ......  55 

IX.  COMPANY  AT  THE  HOTEL  .....  60 

X.  CROSSING  THE  ISTHMUS  ....  66 

XL  PATTY  GROWS  BRAVE  .....  74 

XII.  FRIENDLY  INTERCOURSE  REVIVED  .  .  82 

XIII.  MOON  SLEEPS      .......  88 

XIV.  ARRIVAL  ......  .95 


PATTY  WILLIAMS'S  VOYAGE. 


CHAPTER    I. 

CABIN    AND    STEERAGE. 

"  The  sun  rode  high  ;  the  breeze  was  free. 

High  dashed, the  diamond  spray, 
And  proudly  o'er  the  dark  blue  sea 
The  steniner  ploughed  her  way." 

LARGE  steamsnip 
was  sailing  south  up 
on  the   blue  ocean. 
It  had  wide  decks 
where   her    passen 
gers    might    walk ; 
and  narrow  state-rooms  where 
they  slept,  and  a  long,  dusky 
cabin  or  saloon   where   tables 
were  ranged  and  the  passengers  ate  their  meals. 


b  PATTY    WILLIAMS  S    VOYAGE. 

Behind  this  saloon  was  a  hot,  steaming  kitchen, 
where  men  in  dirty  white  jackets  jostled  each 
other  in  their  hurried  rushing  to  and  fro.  These 
were  mostly  cooks,  which  is  the  reason,  I  sup 
pose,  why  the  broth  was  always  smoky  and 
tasteless  at  dinner.  You  know  there  is  an  old 
adage,  that  "  Too  many  cooks  spoil  the  broth." 
Some  of  these  men  were  waiters  or  porters  ;  and 
one  stout,  dignified,  yellow  man,  distinguished  by 
rather  a  cleaner  jacket,  was  called  the  steward. 
He  kept  the  keys  of  the  store-room,  overlooked 
the  others,  and  scolded  the  little  passenger  chil 
dren  who  ran  about  the  ship  trying  to  find  amuse 
ment. 

The  deck  of  the  steamer  was  fenced  off  at  one 
end,  and  behind  this  fence  were  the  steerage  pas 
sengers  ;  —  poor  workmen  and  washerwomen  and 
the  like,  going  to  California,  where  they  expected 
to  receive  high  wages  for  their  labor. 

These  steerage  passengers  had  no  saloon  to  eat 
their  meals  in,  nor  mahogany  tables  to  dine  from  ; 
and  if  their  broth  was  spoiled,  it  was  certainly  not 
because  "  too  many  cooks "  had  troubled  them- 


CABIN    AND    STEERAGE.  7 

selves  over  that.  When  their  dinner-hour  ar 
rived,  a  long  board  was  let  down  from  above  by 
ropes,  and  they  stood  around  it,  eating  bean  soup 
out  of  tin  cups,  each  with  a  hard  biscuit  in  his 
hand  ;  and  this  was  all. 

When  little  Bridget  Bryan,  peeping  through 
the  palings  that  separate  the  steerage  from  the 
cabin  people,  saw  children  with  their  hands  full 
of  prunes  and  almonds,  "  Och ! "  she  whispered, 
"  it 's  a  fine  thing  to  be  rich,  sure  ! " 

Eating  her  prunes  and  nuts,  on  the  opposite 
side  of  the  railing,  stood  Patty  Williams.  She 
saw  the  Irish  child  looking  through  so  wistfully, 
and  thought  what  a  sad  thing  it  was  to  be  penned 
up  in  one  end  of  the  ship  all  day,  with  nothing 
but  bean  soup  to  eat.  Then  she  put  half  her 
good  things  through  the  rails  into  Bridget's  hand 
and  pleased  herself  with  seeing  her  surprise, 
and  how  she  ran  to  share  them  with  her  broth 
ers. 

One  day,  when  they  had  been  sailing  nearly  a 
week  upon  the  great  ocean,  without  sight  of  land, 
Patty  stood  peeping  through  into  the  steerage. 


8  PATTY    WTLLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

She  wanted  to  see  Bridget.  She  had  never  yet 
spoken  to  her,  for  Patty  was  shy  to  make  new  ac 
quaintances,  and  had  always  given  her  little  offer 
ings  in  silence ;  to-day  the  child  had  gathered 
courage  to  say  something. 

Bridget  was  leaning  over  the  side  of  the  ship, 
watching  the  dolphins  play  alongside :  she  stood 
so  still  and  seemed  so  much  engaged,  that  Patty 
had  time  for  a  good  look  at  her.  She  saw  that 
Bridget  had  blue  eyes,  with  long,  black  eyelashes  ; 
and  short,  stiff,  black  hair, « that  stood  upright 
upon  her  head,  and  was  very  tangly ;  her  funny 
little  nose  pointed  upward,  and  her  face  was  dot 
ted  with  countless  freckles.  Her  mouth  had  an 
agreeable,  good-humored  expression  which  pleased 
Patty  exceedingly. 

She  had  been  looking  at  Bridget  several  min 
utes,  when  a  man  who  lay  behind  the  railing  got 
up  and  said : 

"  Do  you  want  any  one,  Miss  ?  " 

Patty  started ;  she  had  a  great  mind  to  run 
away ;  but  that  would  be  impolite,  so  she  an 
swered  softly  : 


CABIN    AND    STEERAGE. 

"  Yes ;  I  want  that  little  girl." 

The  man  turned  and  looked  to  where  she  point 
ed.  "  Is  it  Bridget  ?  "  said  he. 

Patty  nodded. 

The  man  called  :  "  Whisht !  honey !  Come  and 
see  what's  wanting  ye."  He  then  got  up  and 
walked  away. 

Bridget  heard  what  her  father  said ;  and  as 
Patty  beckoned,  she  came  over  to  the  paling. 
They  looked  at  each  other  a  minute ;  then 
Bridget  laughed ;  then  Patty  laughed ;  and 
they  became  better  acquainted  at  once. 

"  Did  you  come  from  New  York,  Bridget  ?  " 

«  No." 

"From  Boston?" 

«  No." 

"  From  any  place  in  America  ?  " 

"  No." 

"  Why  don't  you  tell  me  where  you  did  come 
from  ?  " 

"  Sure,  you  did  n't  ax  me." 

"  Where  did  you  come  from,  Bridget  ?  " 

"  From  Ireland,  —  County  Cork." 


10  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

"How  very  far  that  must  be:  did  you  come  in 
a  ship  ?  " 

"  I  did  ;  it  was  a  big  ship  that  sailed  with  the 
wind,  and  no  wheels  at  all.  It  brought  us  to 
New  York,  and  then  we  got  into  this." 

"  I  know,"  said  Patty.  "It  was  a  sailing 
vessel,  like  that  one  yonder."  She  pointed  off 
in  the  distance  to  a  beautiful  ship,  with  all  sails 
spread,  moving  like  a  stately  swan,  dipping  its 
full  bosom  into  the  waters.  While  they  were 
looking  at  the  vessel,  another  object  caught  their 
attention,  and  they  broke  into  joyful  exclamations. 
It  was  a  mountain  standing  far  out  in  the  ocean, 
and  covered  with  exquisite  foliage,  green,  tender, 
and  rich. 

There  is  nothing  more  delightful  to  the  eye,  or 
more  gladdening  to  the  heart,  than  the  sight  of 
fresh,  verdant  land,  after  having  been  on  the  sea 
many  days.  The  children  felt  their  hearts  leap 
up  with  pleasure  when  they  beheld  this  lovely 
mountain  island. 

"  It 's  a  darlin'  spot  of  green ! "  exclaimed 
Bridget.  "  I  wisht  we  could  tread  on  it  a  bit, 
and  look  for  daisies." 


CABIN   AND    STEERAGE.  11 

"  O,  so  do  I,  Bridget !  Wait  here,  and  I  will 
ask  my  mother  what  place  it  is.  Shall  I  ? " 

"  I  '11  wait  for  ye,"  said  Bridget ;  and  she 
climbed  upon  a  barrel  of  ship-bread,  and  settled 
herself  to  enjoy  the  sight. 

Patty's  mother  stood  opposite  her  state-room 
door,  on  deck,  looking,  with  gratified  eyes,  at 
the  same  object  which  had  delighted  the  chil 
dren.  She  held  out  her  hand  to  Patty,  and 
told  her  what  place  it  was,  and  a  great  deal 
else  which  seemed  to  please  the  little  girl,  for 
she  listened  attentively,  and  asked  many  ques 
tions.  Bridget  jumped  off  her  barrel  as  soon  as 
she  saw  Patty  running  back. 

"  Well,  Bridget,"  said  Patty,  out  of  breath, 
"  mamma  says  it  is  a  mountain  on  the  Island 
of  Cuba,  the  largest  of  the  West  India  Islands. 
After  we  pass  this,  we  shall  come  in  sight  of 
another,  quite  as  beautiful,  which  is  called  Ja 
maica.  We  shall  sail  right  up  to  Jamaica,  be 
cause  the  captain  must  get  in  more  coal  for 
burning ;  and,  Bridget,  we  shall  reach  it  early 
this  afternoon,  and  the  steamer  will  stay  there 


12  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

three  or  four  hours ;  so  we  can  go  ashore  and 
get  flowers  and  fruit,  and  see  all  the  negroes." 

"  Negroes ! " 

"  Yes  indeed !  The  island  is  inhabited  by 
negroes ;  not  slaves,  you  know,  but  free  black 
people.  Mamma  says  we  shall  see  a  great 
many  sights  we  never  saw  before.  Bridget, 
shall  you  go  ashore  ?  " 

"  I  don't  know  ;  I  wonder  would  my  father 
take  me ! " 

"  Go  ask  him,  do  !     Tell  him  all  about  it ;  I 
am  sure  he  will  say  yes." 
.     "  I  will,"  said  Bridget,  turning  to  go. 

"  Stop  a  minute  ;  what  is  your  whole  name  ?  " 

"Bridget  Bryan.  Father  and  the  boys  call 
me  Biddy." 

"  I  will  call  you  Biddy  too.  My  name  is 
Patty  Williams.  I  am  eight  years  old  ;  how  old 
are  you  ?  " 

"  Nine  last  St.  Patrick's  day." 

"  Well,  Biddy,  now  we  are  friends,  and  I  will 
come  here  again  to-morrow.  Good  by." 


THE    ISLAND.  13 


CHAPTER  II. 

THE    ISLAND. 

"  Here  all  sweet  flowers  through  all  the  year  are  found, 
And  all  fair  fruits  axe  through  all  seasons  seen." 

MRS.  WILLIAMS  was  sitting  upon  a  bench,  en 
joying  the  sight  of  land.  Patty  brought  a  small 
wooden  box  from  the  state-room,  and  seated  her 
self  beside  her  mother.  She  told  about  Biddy  : 
how  she  had  taken  a  long  voyage  before  this  one  ; 
how  happy  she  was  to  see  the  green  mountain, 
and  how  she  hoped  her  father  would  let  her  go 
ashore. 

"  I  dare  say  he  will,"  said  her  mother.  "  But 
if  not,  you  can  bring  her  some  flowers  and  fruit ; 
that,  perhaps,  will  please  her  quite  as  well." 

"  O  no,  mamma,  I  know  it  will  not ;  for  Biddy 
was  delighted  to  see  the  island,  and  called  it  a 
6  darlin'  spot  of  green,'  and  wished  she  could 


14  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

tread  upon  it.  She  longs  to  go  ashore,  —  I  am 
sure  she  does,"  said  Patty,  earnestly. 

Her  mother  laughed.  She  smoothed  Patty's 
pretty  brown  hair,  and  said,  "  I  hope  your  little 
friend  will  have  her  desire,  my  darling." 

Just  then,  some  ladies  coming  to  talk  with  Mrs. 
Williams,  Patty  laid  her  head  upon  her  mother's 
knee  and  fell  asleep.  The  sun  shone  down  hot 
and  scorching,  although  it  wras  November,  and, 
in  New  York,  which  they  had  left  only  a  week 
before,  it  was  cold  and  wintry  now.  The  mate 
of  the  ship  and  one  of  the  sailors  stretched  an 
awning  on  the  sunny  side,  which,  while  sheltering 
the  passengers  from  the  heat,  did  not  prevent 
them  from  looking  out. 

Mrs.  Williams,  seeing  that  her  little  daughter 
slept,  did  not  disturb  her  until  two  hours  had 
passed,  and  the  next  green  island  came  in  view ; 
then  she  raised  the  little  head  from  her  lap,  and 
said,  "  Wake  up,  Patty ;  we  can  see  Jamaica 
now." 

Patty  rubbed  her  eyes,  hardly  knowing  where 
she  was.  She  had  been  dreaming  that  she  and 


THE    ISLAND.  15 

Bridget  were  walking  among  flowers  ;  and  that 
delicious  fruits  hung  in  curious  looking  baskets 
from  strange  and  unknown  trees  :  she  was  just 
attempting  to  reach  them  when  her  mother  awoke 
her. 

The  steamship  ploughed  her  way  toward  the 
island.  Soon  Patty*  could  distinguish  a  town  on 
the  edge  of  it,  with  straight,  sandy  streets  running 
from  the  side  of  the  hill  down  into  the  very  water. 
The  name  of  this  town  is  Kingston. 

The  trees  were  unlike  any  that  Patty  had  ever 
seen.  Instead  of  a  foliage  of  little  leaves,  they 
were  covered  with  green  spikes,  long  and  sharp, 
closely  clustered  at  the  end  of  each  branch ;  and 
when  nearer,  she  saw,  half  hidden  among  them, 
large,  round  balls.  Her  mother  told  her  these 
were  cocoa-nuts.  Patty  had  often  bought  such  at 
the  fruiterer's  in  New  York  ;  it  was  a  new  pleas 
ure  to  see  them  growing. 

Now  the  ship  was  shaken  with  a  loud  explo 
sion  :  it  was  the  signal-gun  to  warn  the  people 
on  the  island  of  their  approach. 

No  sooner  was  this  salute  heard  than  woolly- 


16  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

headed  men  and  boys,  women  and  little  children, 
sprang  out  of  their  houses  to  see  the  ship  and  the 
people.  Down  they  rushed,  as  if  their  very  lives 
depended  upon  getting  to  the  edge  of  the  water  ; 
and  such  a  screaming,  shouting,  and  gabbling 
filled  the  air,  that  Patty  scrambled  into  her  moth 
er's  lap,  laughing  and  clapping  her  hands  with 
excitement. 

In  a  few  minutes  dozens  of  little  boats,  laden 
with  bright  oranges,  limes,  and  bananas,  left  the 
shore  and  were  paddled  alongside  of  the  ship, 
completely  surrounding  it.  The  fruit  was  for  sale ; 
and  the  eager  passengers  crowded  about  the  rail  to 
buy.  To  Patty  this  was  a  wonderful  scene  ;  she 
wanted  some  oranges,  but  her  mother  said,  "  Not 
now.  When  they  come  upon  deck  will  be  soon 
enough." 

The  steamer  moved  again ;  and  the  boats  hur 
ried  out  of  the  way. 

As  they  came  near  the  land  Patty  was  as 
tonished  to  see  crowds  of  little  naked  negroes 
jump  into  the  water,  and  swim  round  the  ship 
like  fishes.  They  seemed  able  to  keep  afloat  with 


THE    ISLAND.  17 

only  their  feet,  while  they  reached  up  their  hands, 
begging  the  passengers  for  money. 

"  But  they  could  not  catch  the  money,  mam 
ma,"  said  Patty ;  "  it  would  fall  into  the  water, 
and  they  could  never  find  it." 

"  Try,"  said  her  mother,  giving  her  a  dime. 

Patty  hesitated  until  she  saw  others  throw  over 
bits  of  money,  which  the  little  fellows  invariably 
dived  after,  and  caught  before  they  sank. 

"  How  wonderful ! "  cried  Patty.  "  Here !  here ! " 
and  she  threw  her  dime  into  the  water.  Six  or 
eight  woolly  heads  disappeared,  and  all  rose  again 
as  quickly.  The  one  who  had  been  successful 
in  securing  Patty's  coin  grinned  from  ear  to 
ear,  showing  a  set  of  teeth  as  white  as  pearls. 

"  What  did  you  do  with  it  ?  "  cried  Patty,  see 
ing  his  hands  were  empty. 

"  He  stick  him  in  him  cheek,"  cried  one  of  the 
others ;  and  they  all  began  to  chase  the  winner 
through  the  water,  until  another  toss  of  silver  bits 
sent  them  plunging  under  again.  While  Patty 
watched  them,  her  mother  bought  oranges  of  a 
boy  who  had  come  on  deck.  She  took  them  to 


18  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

her  state-room,  and  fetching  Patty's  straw  hat,  tied 
it  on  to  the  little  girl's  head,  saying  they  would  go 
on  shore.  A  large  umbrella  shielded  them  from 
the  hot  sun,  and  they  followed  the  crowd  toward 
the  plank  which  extended  from  the  steamer  to  the 
land.  As  they  passed  through  the  steerage  Patty 
thought  of  Bridget,  but  not  seeing  her,  hoped  she 
had  been  one  of  the  first  to  leave  the  ship.  Keep 
ing  fast  hold  of  her  mother's  hand,  she  looked 
about  her  to  see  everything.  A  gentleman  whom 
they  knew,  Mr.  Jaques,  walked  with  Mrs.  Wil 
liams  :  several  other  ladies  and  gentlemen  went 
with  the  same  party. 

As  soon  as  Patty's  foot  touched  the  ground  she 
felt  so  elated  that  it  seemed  as  if  she  must  skip 
and  dance  every  step  of  the  way.  On  each  side 
of  the  streets  were  small,  dark-looking  houses,  in 
which  the  negro  people  lived.  Every  door- way 
was  crowded  with  gazers,  curiously  watching  the 
passengers.  Some  of  the  women  had  bright-col 
ored  handkerchiefs  wound  about  the  head,  and 
gold  hoops  hanging  from  their  ears.  They 
court esied  politely  to  the  white  people,  and 
seemed  pleased  to  see  them. 


JAPONICA   AND    MOON.  19 


CHAPTER    III. 

JAPONICA    AND    MOON. 

*'  She  has  a  baby  on  her  arm. 
Or  else  she  were  alone." 

u  A  sight  at  once  that  stirs  and  charms,  — 
The  baby,  laughing  in  her  arms." 

ONE  mulatto  girl  attracted  Patty's  particular 
attention.  She  was  dressed  in  a  flounced,  white 
muslin,  embroidered  with  yellow  silk;  a  gold 
chain  was  clasped  round  her  throat,  and  her 
brilliant  turban  stood  up  stiff  and  high.  She 
held  a  baby  in  her  arms  about  a  year  old :  such 
a  pretty,  sweet-looking  baby  it  was ;  with  soft, 
crispy  black  hair,  and  large,  beautiful  eyes.  She 
too  had  a  flounced  white  muslin  dress,  and  a 
broad  ribbon  sash  was  tied  round  her  waist. 
Patty  thought  it  a  funny  way  to  dress  a  baby, 
and  she  begged  her  mother  to  stop  and  look 
at  it. 

- 


20  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

"No,  no,  Patty,"  said  Mr.  Jaques,  "we  will 
find  something  better  worth  looking  at  than 
such  a  little  monkey  as  that." 

"  It  is  not  a  monkey,  Mr.  Jaques,"  exclaimed 
Patty,  indignantly  ;  "  it  is  a  beautiful  little  child ; 
pray,  dear  mamma,  let  us  stop." 

"  Do  not  wait  for  us,  Mr.  Jaques,"  said  Mrs. 
Williams,  "  we  will  soon  follow  you :  go  on  with 
the  others." 

But  Mr.  Jaques  preferred  waiting  for  the  lady. 
He  stopped  on  the  opposite  side  to  talk  with  some 
parrots. 

Mrs.  Williams  held  her  hands  to  the  baby,  who 
instantly  stretched  its  little  polished,  brown  arms 
to  go  to  the  pretty  lady.  The  young  mother 
seemed  pleased  with  the  notice  taken  of  her 
child,  and  showed  her  white  teeth  in  smiles. 

"  O,  what  a  dear  little  creature  it  is,"  said 
Patty.  Her  mother  sat  down  upon  the  step,  and 
Patty  looked  admiringly. 

"  What  is  its  name  ?  "  she  asked. 

"  Moon,"  replied  the  girl,  with  a  courtesy. 

Patty  looked  vague ;  then  asked  again,  think- 


JAPONICA   AND    MOON.  21 

ing  she  had  been  misunderstood.  "  What  is  your 
baby's  name  ?  " 

"  Moon,"  was  the  reply. 

"  Do  you  call  her  Moon  when  you  speak  to 
her  ?  " 

The  girl  jerked  herself  round,  with  a  laugh,  and 
said  quickly,  "  For  sure  I  does,  little  missis." 

"It  is  the  funniest  name  for  a  little  girl  I  ever 
heard." 

"  Yes  !  "  laughed  the  mother  again,  highly  de 
lighted. 

"  What  is  your  name  ?  "  asked  Mrs.  Williams. 

"  My  name,  lady  ?  —  my  name  Japonica,  mis 
sis,  tank'ee." 

Leaving  the  child  in  Mrs.  Williams's  arms, 
Japonica  bounded  through  the  wicket-gate,  and 
disappeared  behind  the  house.  Presently  she  re 
turned  with  a  handful  of  magnificent  flowers. 
"  Please,  missis,  take  'em ;  I  growed  'em  my  self ; 
and  if  you  like  Moon,  you  may  hab  her,  too." 

Patty  grasped  the  rich  bouquet,  and  almost 
crushed  the  flowers  in  her  eager  delight.  "O 
mamma,  they  are  like  those  I  saw  in  my  dream ! " 


22  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

"  Did  you  say  we  might  have  your  baby  ?  " 
said  Mrs.  Williams. 

"  Yes,  missis,  you  can,  —  'deed  you  can." 

"What!"  exclaimed  Patty.  "Will  you  give 
away  your  own  baby  ?  My  mother  would  n't 
give  me  away." 

"  What  for  she  give  you  away  ?  "  said  Japon- 
ica.  "  A  nice,  sweety  mudder  is  de  missis !  she 
eddicate,  —  she  make  her  gal  a  lady  :  Moon's 
mudder  don't  know  nuffin,  —  can't  tell  her  nuflin 
to  make  her  'spectable." 

"  But  God  gave  you  your  baby,"  said  Patty, 
"  and  you  ought  to  love  it  too  much  to  give  it 
away." 

Japonica  suddenly  caught  the  little  one  from 
Mrs.  Williams's  arms,  and  hugging  it  close,  said, 
almost  fiercely,  "  You  no  go  for  say  I  not  lub 
my  piccaninny  !  I  loves  her  better  dan  all  de 
worF,  Lor'  knows  !  "  and  she  tossed  Moon  up  and 
fondled  her.  "  Hi !  honey !  de  beauful,  sweet, 
bressed,  innercent,  —  'deed  she  is  !  "  and  Japon 
ica  began  to  dance  with  Moon  until  both  were 
screaming  with  laughter ;  then  she  came  back  to 


JAPONIC  A    AND    MOON.  23 

Mrs.  Williams,  and  said  :  "  Please,  missis,  take 
we  —  dem  'long  wid  you  :  I  can  dress  hair  so 
beauful,  and  I  can  make  little  missis  lubly  flounce 
dresses  like  dis  yer  (pointing  to  Moon's)  :  I  'broi- 
der  splendid,  and  I 's  fus'  rate  waitin'  maid.  I  lib, 
while  ago,  in  ole  Kentucky,  —  young  missis  die, 
leff  me  free  gal ;  so  I  come  ober  here  to  'Maica  ; 
I  had  nuffin  but  Moon  and  a  little  bag  a'  money ; 
and  dat  's  mos'  gone/'  Japonica  looked  eager. 

"  Do,  mamma,"  urged  Patty.  "  You  know 
papa  wrote  that  you  ought  to  bring  a  servant, 
because  there  are  so  few  in  California." 

Patty's  mother  asked  several  questions,  and 
after  some  consideration,  said,  "I  will  let  you  go 
with  us,  Japonica,  if  you  really  wish  it.  Collect 
your  clothes,  and  go  down  to  the  steamer :  wait 
there  for  me." 

"  You  '11  be  sartin  sure  to  come,  missis  ?  " 

"  Certainly  I  will,"  said  Mrs".  "Williams,  laugh 
ing;  "I  have  no  idea  of  being  left  here." 

"  No,  indeed  ! "  cried  Patty.  "  Papa  is  wait 
ing  for  us  in  San  Francisco :  we  couldn't  stay 
in  this  place,  pretty  as  it  is." 


24  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S  VOYAGE. 


CHAPTER    IV. 

MOKE    OF    THE    ISLAND. 

"  Pray,  am  not  I  a  fine  bird  ? 
Green  and  yellow  and  scarlet  ?  " 

"  ARE  you  ready,  now  ? "  said  Mr.  Jaques, 
coming  over  to  them.  "  Our  party  are.  quite  out 
of  sight."  He  offered  his  arm  to  Mrs.  Willis  ms. 

"  I  am  sorry  you  waited  for  us,"  she  said ; 
"  we  could  have  found  our  way,  I  dare  say,  and 
you  may  have  lost  some  enjoyment." 

"  Do  not  feel  sorry  on  that  account ;  if  you 
were  enjoying  yourselves,  it  is  all  right.  I  have 
been  making  a  purchase :  see,  Patty ; "  and  he 
held  out  a  large  tin  cage  containing  a  fine  green 
and  yellow  parrot. 

Patty  ran  forward.  "  O  Mr.  Jaques  !  what  a 
beauty!  Can  she  talk?" 

"Yes,  she  talks  admirably,  and  I  dare  say 
knows  more  than  we  think  she  does." 


MORE    OF   THE    ISLAND.  25 

"  Polly,  Polly,  —  speak  to  me,  pretty  Polly  !  " 
said  Patty,  putting  her  finger  through  the  bars  of 
the  cage  ;  but  Poll  chose  to  be  cross  and  sulky : 
she  only  screamed  at  the  little  girl. 

"  Take  care,  Patty !  she  may  bite,"  cried  Mrs. 
Williams.  "  She  is  not  in  good-humor,  it  appears." 

"  Barking  dogs  never  bite,"  said  Mr.  Jaques. 
"  Will  you  allow  me.  to  give  her  to  Patty  ?  " 

"  I  think  the  parrot  would  prefer  a  more  ex 
perienced  mistress." 

"  But  I  bought  her  especially  for  Patty,"  plead 
ed  the  gentleman. 

"  O  mamma !  Indeed  I  will  tend  her  most 
carefully,  and  never  neglect  to  feed  her ;  and  if 
I  should  be  away,  Japonica  can  do  it  for  me." 

"  Very  well,"  said  mamma.  "  I  think  all  that 
remains,  then,  is  to  thank  your  kind  friend  for 
the  beautiful  present." 

"  Why,  Mr.  Jaques,  I  was  so  delighted  that 
I  forgot  to  thank  you ;  but  I  do,  very  much,  in 
deed,"  and  Patty  put  her  little  hand  into  his. 

"  Quite  welcome,  my  dear.  But  who  is  Ja,- 
ponica  ?  " 


26  PATTY    IVILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

"  0,  we  have  been  bargaining  as  well  as  you, 
since  we  landed,"  said  Mrs.  Williams ;  and  as 
they  walked  up  the  sandy  street,  Mr.  Jaques 
was  told  what  had  passed  about  Japonica  and 
Moon. 

"  But,  Mr.  Jaques,"  said  Patty,  "  you  must 
promise,  if  you  please,  not  to  call  '  Moon '  a 
'  monkey '  again." 

"  I  promise,"  said  he,  laughing ;  "  and  now 
let  us  look  for  ice-creams.  Farther  up  in  the 
town  I  believe  there  are  refreshments." 

They  were  not  very  successful  in  their  search ; 
all  the  creams  were  flavored  with  salt,  which 
was  by  no  means  agreeable  ;  but  Mr.  Jaques 
told  Patty  that  she  could  at  least  have  it  to 
say,  she  had  taken  refreshments  while  sitting 
under  a  fig-tree  in  the  month  of  November. 

It  was  beginning  to  grow  dusky  now,  and 
Mrs.  Williams  thought  if  they  did  not  go  back 
to  the  ship  they  might  be  left  after  all. 

"  Never  fear,"  said  Mr.  Jaques,  "  they  will 
fire  the  gun  half  an  hour  before  leaving.  Look, 
how  brilliant  the  street  is.  See  the  negroes  sel 


MOKE    OF    THE    ISLAND.  27 

ing  their  wares  on  the  sidewalk,  lit  up  with  their 
flaring  pine  torches." 

"  Mr.  Jaques,"  said  Patty,  "  what  are  they 
sell  tin?  over  in  that  corner,  under  the  cocoanut- 

O  ' 

tree  ?  " 

"I  believe  it  is  guava  jelly  in  little  boxes. 
Would  you  like  some  ? " 

"  May  I,  mamma  ?  " 

"  Suppose  we  all  go  over,"  said  Mrs.  Williams  ; 
and  they  crossed  to  where  the  sale  was  going  on. 

"  My  shoes  are  full  of  sand,"  said  Patty.  "  I 
must  take  them  off  and  empty  them." 

"  It  is  not  worth  while,  dear ;  they  will  fill 
again  at  once.  Wait  until  we  reach  the  ship." 

"  But  it  is  so  uncomfortable,  mamma." 

"  If  ye  bothers  yerself  wid  thriiies,  my  little 
lady,  ye  '11  never  do  for  Californy,"  said  a  voice 
close  by. 

Patty  turned  quickly,  and  there  stood  Bridg 
et's  father,  with  his  little  girl  in  his  arms.  "  O, 
there  's  Biddy  !  "  said  she,  joyfully.  "  Did  you 
get  any  flowers,  Biddy  ?  " 

"  No,"  said  Bridget. 


28  PATTY    TTILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

"  Well,  never  mind ;  see  here,"  showing  her 
bouquet.  "  Are  n't  these  lovely  ?  Half  are  for 
you." 

Bridget  smiled. 

"  Biddy,  why  don't  you  walk  ?  I  should  think 
it  would  tire  your  father  to  carry  such  a  great 
girl  as  you  in  his  arms." 

Bridget  blushed  and  hid  her  face  on  her  fa 
ther's  shoulder,  while  he  explained. 

"  Don't  ye  see,  miss,  she  has  no  shoes  at  all ; 
and  the  hot  sand  has  blistered  her  feet  ?  That 's 
a  dale  worse  nor  having  sand  in  your  shoes." 

Patty  handed  half  her  bouquet  to  her  friend, 
and  Biddy  whispered,  "I  have  a  fine  pair  of 
brogans  that  will  be  afther  taking  me  across  the 
Isthmus,  any  how." 

The  gun  was  now  heard.  "  Come,  said  Mr. 
Jaques,  "we  must  go  at  once,"  and  they  hur 
ried  back  to  the  steamer,  where  was  a  new 
scene,  and  the  busiest  of  all. 


ON    BOARD    SHIP    AGAIN.  2U 


CHAPTER    V. 

ON    BOAED    SHIP    AGAIN. 

"  Small  service  is  true  service  while  it  lasts. 

Of  friends,  however  poor,  she  scorned  not  one  ; 
So  daisies,  by  the  shadow  that  they  cast, 

Protect  the  lingering  dew-drop  from  the  sun." 

PASSING  up  and  down  the  plaiak,  files  of  tall 
negro  women  carried  baskets  of  coal  upon  their 
heads,  emptying  them  into  the  coal-hole  of  the 
ship.  Flitting  in  and  out  were  negro  boys  with 
flaring  pine  torches ;  and  crowds  of  idle  men 
stood  looking  on. 

Patty  thought  it  strange  that  women  should 
do  all  the  work.  I  guess  a  good  many  others 
thought  so  too,  but  the  women  seemed  well  sat 
isfied.  They  sang  all  the  while  in  loud,  harmo 
nious  voices,  the  same  song  over  and  over  again. 
It  echoed  along  the  hills  and  died  away  over 


30  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

the    water,  only  again  to  awaken  with  the  same 
cheery  strain, — 

"  Miss  Nancy  0 !    Miss  Nancy  0 ! 
Walk  along  and  heav-e'  0 ! 

Walk  along  a-moving!  " 

Japonica  stood,  with  Moon  in  her  arms,  faith 
ful  to  appointment.  Mrs.  Williams  took  her  to 
her  own  state-room,  where  was  a  spare  berth  for 
Japonica's  use. 

The  poor  girl  was  very  happy.  She  laid  her 
sleeping  Moon  upon  the  pillow  and  sat  down 
near  the  door,  outside,  quietly  Vatching  every 
body,  while  she  peeled  and  ate  a  banana. 

Patty  was  tired :  she  waited  only  to  feed  her 
parrot,  who  turned  out  to  be  an  old  acquaint 
ance  of  Japonica's,  and  then  went  to  bed. 

Mrs.  Williams  remained  upon  deck  watching 
how  the  Island  of  Jamaica  gradually  faded  in 
the  distance. 

The  next  morning  Patty  remembered  Bridg 
et,  and  going  to  the  steerage  railing,  found  her 
little  friend  peeping  through,  as  usual,  to  see 
the  cabin  people  come  up  from  breakfast. 


ON   BOARD    SHIP   AGAIN.  31 

"  How  are  your  feet,  Biddy  ?  "  was  the  first 
question. 

"  They  feel  pretty  bad  the  day,  but  they  11 
soon  be  heal'n." 

"  I  am  glad  you  went  ashore,  yesterday :  did 
you  have  a  nice  time  except  for  the  hot  sand  ? " 

"  I  wanted  an  orange  bad,  and  my  father 
couldn't  get  one." 

"Why  couldn't  he?" 

"  He  would  have  to  buy  three." 

"  I  thought  you  said  you  wanted  only  one." 

"  And  my  brothers ! "  said  Bridget.  "  Could 
I  be  ating  an  orange  and  niver  a  one  for  thim  ?  " 

"0,  I  forgot,"  said  Patty.  "But  didn't  you 
admire  the  negroes,  with  their  beautiful  turbans 
and  torches  ?  " 

"I  did  not,  indeed." 

"  Did  n't !  "  cried  Patty.     "  Why,  Bridget ! " 

"  They  're  ugly  craturs,  my  father  says,  and 
the  furder  we  keep  from  thim  the  betther  for 
us." 

"  But   all   were    not    ugly,    Biddy ;    some   of 
them  were  very  pretty." 
3 


32  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

"Whisht!"  said  Bridget,  "I  don't  like  thim 
at  all.  I  wanted  to  run  on  the  lovely  green 
hills  ;  but  my  feet  smarted  me  ;  and  I  could  get 
nary  a  taste  of  the  fruit." 

«  Poor  Biddy  !  " 

"  Is  it  me  that 's  <  poor  Biddy  '  ?  " 

"  Yes  ;  because  you  did  n't  enjoy  yourself." 

"  Niver  fret  now,"  said  Bridget,  good-natured 
ly,  "it's  all  the  same  the  day." 

"  It  shall  be  a  great  deal  better  to-day,"  said 
Patty.  "Wait  here  a  minute." 

Away  she  ran,  —  begged  her  mother  for  some 
guava  and  some  oranges,  and  said  to  Japonica, 
"  Please  lend  me  Moon  a  few  minutes,  I  want 
to  show  her  to  somebody." 

When  Bridget  saw  her  coming,  thus  loaded, 
she  wondered  greatly.  "  Is  this  what  you  bought 
upon  the  land  ?  "  said  she. 

"  No,  we  did  n't  buy  the  baby  ;  but  we  brought 
her  from  the  island,  and  her  mother  too.  Is  n't 
she  sweet  ?  "  Patty  smoothed  the  flounced  dress 
and  arranged  the  red  ribbon  with  great  satisfac 
tion. 


ON   BOARD    SHIP   AGAIN.  33 

"  O,  it 's  a  darlin'  little  cratur,"  exclaimed 
Bridget.  "Now  that  is  not  black  at  all,  but 
only  darkish.  Look  at  the  sweet,  big  eyes  of 
it,  and  the  lovely  hair!" 

"  I  know  it.  And  she  is  so  good  and  so  play 
ful.  Manama  is  delighted  with  her,  and  so  is 
everybody ;  only  some  of  the  gentlemen  will 
laugh.  Now  sit  still,  dear  little  Moon,  while  I 
give  Biddy  the  oranges." 

Bridget's  eyes  brightened.  "  Oranges  for  me ! 
O,  the  illigant  fruit!  Thank  ye,  miss,"  said 
she,  as  Patty  passed  one  after  another  through 
the  bars.  "  Where 's  Johnny  and  Pat,  till  I 
give  thim  some  !  " 

"  Stop  a  minute,  Biddy ;  here  's  a  nice  little 
box  of  jelly,  too,  and  please  don't  call  me  miss  ; 
my  name  is  Patty,  you  know ;  won't  you  call 
me  Patty  ? " 

"  Sure  I  will ;  but  won't  I  run  to  dad  and  the 
boys  with  the  illigant  fruits,  now  ?  " 

"  Yes,  —  if  you  please,  Biddy ;  and  I  must 
take  Moon  back  to  her  mother.  I  am  afraid 
she  will  cry." 


34:  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

But  there  was  no  danger  of  that ;  the  little 
creature  looked  as  serene  as  her  namesake 
in  the  sky.  Moon  beamed  a  soft  smile  upon 
Patty,  and  held  her  arms  out,  lisping,  "Mam 
ma!" 

"Yes,  darling,  I'll  take  you  to  her;"  and, 
holding  the  baby  in  both  arms,  she  carried  her 
back. 

"  O  Japonica,"  said  Patty,  "  she  is  the  sweet 
est,  dearest  baby !  " 

"  Bress  you,  little  missis  !  What  for  you  'mire 
Moon  ?  " 

"  Why,  everybody  admires  her ;  see  how  the 
people  all  turn  this  way  to  look  at  her." 

Japonica  tossed  her  head  and  held  the  baby 
up  high  in  her  arms.  She  delighted  in  the 
praises  she  heard  of  her  Moon. 

Patty  stood  quite  still,  smiling  at  Japonica  and 
her  baby,  who  frolicked  softly  together,  like  cat 
and  kitten.  Soon  Moon  grew  sleepy,  and  Ja 
ponica  laid  her  in  her  berth  ;  then  taking  a  lit 
tle  white  spencer  from  Mrs.  Williams's  work-bas 
ket,  she  seated  herself  at  work,  and  began  to 


ON   BOARD    SHIP   AGAIN.  35 

sing,  in  a  soft  voice,  to  a  sad,  monotonous  air, 
this  little  verse,  which  she  repeated  again  and 
again :  — 

"  Poor  aunt  Piedy, 
She  died  last  Friday, — 
Poor  old  creetur, 
Turkey-buzzards  eat  her." 

Patty  listened  to  this  song  with  considerable 
curiosity,  wondering  what  disease  Aunt  Piedy 
died  of,  and  why  she  was  eaten  by  buzzards 
instead  of  being  decently  buried  under  ground. 
She  did  not  ask  about  it,  lest  she  should  disturb 
Moon. 


36  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 


CHAPTER    VI. 

THE    STORM. 

"  Naught  I  saw,  so  black  the  night  was  ; 
Black  the  storm,  too,  in  its  might  was. 

But  who  raised  the  tempest  up, 
He  sustained  each  drooping  one, 
And  God  was  present  in  the  storm, 

And  when  the  storm  was  done." 

TOWARD  evening,  Patty  and  her  mother  sat 
almost  alone  upon  deck,  watching  the  sea  and 
the  fierce-looking  clouds  that  gathered  them 
selves  up  in  the  sky.  "As  night  came  on  the 
wind  blew  hard,  and  the  waves  became  very 
rough.  Many  of  the  passengers  were  obliged 
to  go  to  bed. 

"  Mamma,  why  do  the  great  waves  leap  up 
as  if  they  wanted  to  jump  over  us  ?  "  said  Patty. 

"  It  is  the  coming  on  of  a  storm,  my  dear." 

"  Are  storms  at  sea  very  dangerous,  mamma?" 


THE    STORM.  39 

"  Sometimes,  but  not  often  in  such  strong  ships 
as  this." 

"  When  it  tips  about  so,  I  should  think  it 
would  be  likely  to  upset.  Mamma,  let  me  sit 
in  your  lap." 

"  You  are  not  afraid,  my  birdie,"  said  mamma, 
taking  her  little  girl  on  her  lap,  "  are  you  ?  " 

"  Yes,  I  believe  I  am,"  said  Patty,  softly. 

"  I  think  there  is  no  cause  for  fear,  darling : 
this  ship  sails  here  every  month,  and  seldom 
makes  the  voyage  without  meeting  some  rough 
weather ;  yet  the  good  Father  has  let  her  pass 
on  in  safety,  always  ;  and  I  believe  he  will 
now." 

The  wind  rose  so  high  that  it  was  impossible 
to  stay  longer  on  deck. 

It  was  dark  and  gloomy  in  the  cabin ;  only 
a  lantern  here  and  there  lit  up  the  long  room. 
Ladies  lay  about  on  sofas,  looking  very  ill 
and  miserable,  and  babies  and  little  neglected 
children  were  crying  and  tumbling  over  each 
other.  The  stewardess  was  scolding ;  the  wait 
ers  were  running  to  and  fro ;  and  quite  at  the 


40  PATTY  WILLIAMS' s  VOYAGE. 

farther  end  were  men  vainly  trying  to  play 
cards,  while  they  held  on  to  the  table  to  keep 
from  falling ;  suddenly  a  lurch  in  the  ship  sent 
them  all  in  a  heap  together,  with  their  chairs 
on  top  of  them.  Patty's  parrot,  whose  cage 
hung  in  the  middle  of  the  saloon,  screamed  an 
grily  at  being  so  shaken  and  tossed  about,  and 
said,  "  Quit  that,  now,  —  quit  that !  " 

Patty's  mother  thought  the  best  thing  they 
could  do,  would  be  to  go  back  and  get  to  bed 
as  quickly  as  possible.  They  retraced  their 
steps,  holding  on  to  everything  as  they  went, 
until  Mr.  Jaques,  seeing  them  from  above,  came 
to  their  aid,  and  laughingly  they  reached  their 
state-room  on  deck. 

"  Good  night,"  said  Mr.  Jaques.  "  I  hope  I 
shall  find  you  all  safe  here  to-morrow  morning. 
Patty,  hold  pn  to  your  pillow,  or  you  may  roll 
out  of  bed."  He  laughed,  and  Patty  laughed 
too.  She  had  lost  all  fear  for  the  present,  be 
cause  everybody  seemed  so  indifferent  to  the 
roughness  of  the  sailing,  only  troubling  them 
selves  about  the  discomfort.  Her  mother  put 
her  to  bed,  and  she  soon  fell  asleep. 


THE    STOKM.  41 

Late  in  the  night  the  storm  reached  its  height. 
It  roared  loudly  outside,  and  terrible  was  the 
dashing  of  the  big  waves  against  the  sides  of 
the  ship  ;  each  one  threatening  to  break  her  in 
pieces.  Chairs  and  tables  were  flung  about  the 
cabin,  and  glass  and  crockery  fell  shattered  over 
the  floors. 

At  one  very  loud  burst  of  wind,  Patty  awoke. 
She  saw  her  mother  sitting  upon  the  trunk  in 
her  night-dress.  She  was  pale,  and  her  hands 
were  clasped  tightly  together.  Upon  the  floor, 
at  her  knees,  sat  Japonica,  sobbing. 

Patty  was  terrified.  "  Mamma  !  dear  mamma  ! 
O,  what  is  the  matter  ?  Shall  we  be  drowned  ? 
Where  are  we  ?  " 

Mrs.  Williams  turned  to  her  quickly,  and  said, 
"  Hush,  dear  Patty  !  lie  still,  or  come  to  me,  if 
you  will."  She  took  her  up.  "  It  is  a  severe 
storm ;  but  I  think  it  must  abate  soon.  Don't 
cry,  Japonica ;  see  how  sweetly  Moon  sleeps 
through  it  all." 

Japonica  hid  her  face  and  tried  to  be  quiet, 
but  Patty  trembled  with  fear.  "  Hold  me  fast, 


42  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

mamma !  dear  mamma ! "  cried  she,  clasping  her 
arms  about  her  mother's  neck,  and  bursting  into 
loud  sobs. 

"  Patty,"  said  her  mother,  kissing  her  many 
times.  "  It  is  wrong  to  cry  so  :  when  you  are 
in  danger,  you  should  have  all  your  thoughts 
about  you  and  gather  up  all  your  strength  and 
courage." 

"  But  this  dreadful  noise,  mamma,  —  it  is 
frightful!  And  papa,  —  0,  he  will  never  see 
us  again !  Hold  me  tight ;  don't  take  your 
arms  away." 

Poor  Patty  was  quite' beside  herself. 

"  My  little  daughter,  come,  be  brave.  If  God 
chooses  to  call  us  to  him  to-night,  we  must  be 
willing  to  go,  and  not  be  weak  and  wretched 
when  he  sends  for  us." 

"  Mamma,  what  were  you  doing  when  I  woke 
just  now  ?  " 

"  I  was  asking  our  Father  in  heaven  to  give 
me  strength." 

"  Did  he  give  it  to  you,  mamma  ?  " 

"I  think  so." 


THE    STORM.  43 

"  Will  he  give  me  strength  if  I  ask  him  ?  " 

"  If  you  ask  sincerely." 

Patty  nestled  closer  to  her  dear  mother,  and 
tried  to  be  quiet ;  but  when  she  heard  the  cries 
and  the  wailings  of  women  and  children  down 
stairs,  she  shuddered,  and  said,  "  How  can  the 
Father  listen  to  all  those  poor,  frightened  peo 
ple,  and  still  hear  my  prayer  too  ?  " 

"  He  can  and  he  will ;  he  cares  for  ah1  alike ; 
he  never  forsakes  any  one  of  us  for  a  single 
moment." 

Gradually  Patty  ceased  to  tremble,  and  the 
soft  touch  of  her  mother's  cheek  against  hers 
seemed  to  fill  her  heart  with  love  and  faith. 
They  sat  silently  thus  for  two  hours. 

"  Now  will  you  lie  in  bed,  Patty  ? "  said  her 
mother.  "  Listen,  the  wind  is  quieter  already : 
I  believe  the  danger  is  nearly  over." 

"  Please,  dear  mamma,"  said  Patty,  as  she 
laid  her  head  upon  the  pillow,  "  sing  to  me." 

The  good  mother  took  the  little  girl's  small 
hands  in  her  own,  and  in  a  sweet,  low  voice, 
she  sang  this  :  — 


.  44  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

"  The  baby  that  softly  lieth 

Asleep  on  its  mother's  breast, 
Not  even  a  dream  of  sorrow 
Disturbeth  its  peaceful  rest. 

"  Alone  on  its  midnight  pillow, 

There,  too,  doth  it  safely  sleep ; 
For  the  holy  angels  of  heaven 
Their  vigils  around  it  keep. 

"  And  the  mother's  soft  enfoldings, 
So  warmly  and  tenderly  given, 
Are  only  a  part  and  a  portion 
Of  the  love  that  flows  from  Heaven." 

Patty  sighed  gently,  arid  said,  "  I  thank  you, 
dear  mamma,  —  I  feel  happy  now.  Won't  you 
He  down  too  ?  and  we  will  make  believe  the 
rocking  ship  is  a  cradle,  and  so  go  to  sleep." 

Japonica  now  spoke.  "  Is  we  —  dem  —  all 
safe,  missis  ?  " 

"  Yes,  I  think  so,  Japonica.  You  had  better 
get  into  your  berth." 

"  Yes,  missis  ;  I  can  sleep  fus'  rate  now  dat  dar 
win's  blow'd  down.  Lor'  bress  us  !  I  was  dref- 
ful  'feared  we  'd  nebber  see  momin'  agin,  'deed 
I  was,  when  little  missy  set  up  her  cryin',  —  de 


THE    STORM.  45 

sweet  honey !  and  'specially  when  she  say  we 
nebber  see  marser  in  Californy." 

"  Why  'Poney,"  said  Patty,  "  you  don't  know 
my  papa." 

"  Does  n't  I  know  your  mudder,  and  ain't  dat 
de  same  ting  ?  " 

"  Yes,  indeed  it  is,  Japonica,"  said  Mrs.  Wil 
liams,  laughing ;  "  now  go  to  sleep." 

The  morning  dawned  bright  and  beautiful ; 
arid  although  the  waves  were  still  high,  not  a 
cloud  was  to  be  seen,  and  the  sun  rose  glori 
ously  from  out  his  morning  bath.  It  was  late 
when  he  looked  into  Patty's  berth,  and  when 
she  awoke  she  was  rejoiced  to  see  his  rays  ly 
ing  along  the  state-room  floor.  Japonica  sat 
upon  the  trunk  untying  the  knots  in  Patty's 
shoes.  Little  Moon,  in  a  clean,  embroidered 
frock,  was  on  her  mother's  lap,  drawing  in  her 
breakfast  with  great  satisfaction. 

"  Where 's  mamma,  'Poney." 

"  Gone  out  on  deck  'long  time  'go,  honey." 

"Is  it  late?" 

"  'Siderable  late ;  but  breffus  bell  has  n't  rung." 


46  PATTY  WILLIAMS' s  VOYAGE. 

And  Japonica,  setting  down  Moon,  came  to  Patty, 
saying,  "  Now,  honey,  I  'se  goin'  to  dress  you." 

"  How  sweet  Moon  looks  this  morning,"  said 
Patty,  putting  out  her  feet  for  her  stockings. 
"  Did  you  make  that  little  yellow  dress  for  her, 
Toney  ?  " 

"  Course  I  did ;  and  you  must  put  on  clean 
frock  too.  Nebber  do  for  Moon  to  look  finer 
than  missy." 

"Why  not,  'Poney?    Moon  is  better  than  I." 

"  Hi !  Why  you  say  such  ting  as  dat  ?  Lit 
tle  Miss  Patty  is  'fection,  —  'deed  she  is  !  " 

"  0  no  !  I  am  sometimes  very  naughty ;  but 
Moon  never  is ;  besides,  she  is  only  a  baby,  and 
so  she  is  nearer  to  heaven  than  I  am." 

"  Hear  dis  chile  talk  !  "  exclaimed  Japonica. 

"  O,  but  it  is  not  talk,  it  is  true,"  said  Patty. 
"  Jesus  once  called  little  children  about  him,  and 
said,  <  Of  such  is  the  Kingdom  of  Heaven.' 
Now  that  was  because  the  very  little  children 
were  so  good." 

Japonica  rolled  up  her  eyes,  and  said,  solemn 
ly,  "  Lor'  bress  her  !  " 


THE    STORM.  47 

"  There,  'Poney,  now  I  am  dressed :  please 
don't  comb  my  hair  any  more:  it  is  smooth 
enough.  Hark  !  There  's  the  bell." 

Away  ran  Patty,  and  joining  her  mother, 
they  went  to  breakfast.  Every  one  at  table 
talked  of  the  storm  in  the  night.  Each  had 
her  own  story  to  tell :  how  frightened  she  had 
been,  and  what  she  thought.  Patty  wondered 
if  any  had  been  as  brave  as  her  dear  mother. 
Then  she  thought  of  Biddy,  and  determined  to 
make  her  another  visit  when  breakfast  was  over. 
She  secured  a  piece  of  hot  corn  bread  and  but 
ter  to  refresh  the  little  steerage  girl,  after  her 
probable  night  of  anxiety  and  fear, 

Bridget  had,  also,  her  story  of  the  night's  ad 
ventures  ;  she  told  how  dreadfully  frightened  she 
had  been  down  in  her  dark  berth,  and  how 
Johnny  and  Pat  screamed,  and  how  "  Dad  had 
to  shake  thim,  and  bate  thim,  to  hish  up  ;  all 
in  the  did  of  the  night." 

Tears  stood  in  Patty's  eyes  as  she  listened, 
and  compared  all  this  with  the  comforting  words 
her  mother  had  soothed  her  with,  when  she  cried ; 
4 


48  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

and  the  beautiful  song  that  had  sent  peace  into 
her  soul. 

"I  wish  there  weren't  such  a  difference  be 
tween  children/'  thought  Patty.  "  Some  are  so 
happy  and  tenderly  cared  for,  and  others  so  neg 
lected  and  suffering.  I  am  no  better  that  Bid 
dy  ;  and  yet  how  differently  we  live.  I  mean  to 
ask  mamma  about  it." 


PATTY  TREATED  LIKE  A  CAKPET-BAG.   49 


CHAPTER    VII. 

PATTY   TKEATED   LIKE   A   CARPET-BAG. 

«  0,  says  the  little  girl, 

What  shall  I  do  ? 
Where  am  I  going  ? 
I  wish  that  I  knew." 

WHEN  people  go  to  California,  they  generally  ' 
sail   on   the  Atlantic  Ocean  in   a  steamship,  as 
Patty   did,   until    they   reach    Central   America, 
which    is    the    country  lying    directly   between 

North  and  South  America,  and  joining  the  two. 

*• 
The  narrowest  part  of  Central  America  is  called 

the  ISTHMUS.  People  usually  cross  there  to 
take  another  steamship,  which  awaits  them  on 
the  other  side.  In  that  ship  they  sail  up  the 
Pacific  Ocean,  until  they  reach  the  city  of  San 
Francisco,  in  California. 

There  is  also  another  crossing,  not  quite  so 


50  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

far  south,  and  not  so  narrow,  called  the  ISTH 
MUS  of  Nicaragua  ;  and  it  was  over  this  cross 
ing  that  Patty  and  her  mother  were  to  go. 

They  had  been  sailing  on  the  ocean  ten  days 
when  Patty  saw  land  for  the  second  time.  * 

"  It  is  the  Isthmus ! "  cried  the  passengers. 
« It  is  the  Isthmus !  "  echoed  all  the  children, 
joyfully ;  for  they  were  as  heartily  tired  as  the 
grown  people  were  of  being  crowded  together 
in  the  heat,  so  many  days,  and  here  they  knew 
they  were  to  land.  ^ 

«•-  Yes,  this  was  Nicaragua :  and  the  little  town 
of  thatched  huts,  that  lay  on  the  edge  of  the 
water,  was  San  Juan.*  A  beautiful  river,  bear 
ing  the  same  name  as  the  town,  flows  half  way 
across  this  part  of  the  Isthmus.  Several  small 
steamboats,  with  a  red  wooden  wheel  behind 
each,  lay  against  the  town,  waiting  to  carry  pas 
sengers  up  the  smooth  waters  of  this  river.  ^ 

Mrs.  Williams  with   Japonica  had  been  busy 
all  the  forenoon  packing  the  trunks,  and  putting 
a  few  necessary  articles  of  clothing  into  carpet- 
*  Pronounced  San  Wan. 


PATTY'S  ALARM.  51 

bags,  which  they  would  keep  by  them;  for,  at 
San  Juan,  the  passengers'  trunks  are  always 
taken  by  the  baggage-masters,  and  not  given 
back  to  their  owners  until  they  are  fairly  on 
board  the  steamer  at  the  other  side  of  tKe  Isth 
mus. 

The  ship,  lay  quietly  at  the  mouth  of  the 
river,  and  several  of  the  small  steamboats  had 
been  to  get  their  load  of  people  and  baggage 
from  the  steamer,  and  were  already  on  their 
way  up,  whisking  their  little  wheels  round,  be 
hind  them,  like  tails. 

Another  now  moved  up  to  the  ship,  and  a 
narrow  plank  being  laid  from  the  high  deck 
down  to  the  boat,  Mr.  Jaques  came  to  call  Mrs. 
Williams.  A  large  party  had  collected  at  the 
top  of  the  plank,  but  it  seemed  a  fearful  under 
taking  to  go  down  while  so  many  people  crowd 
ed  upon  it  at  once.  Nevertheless  the  perilous 
descent  must  be  taken ;  so,  bravely  shoving  in 
among  them,  Mrs.  Williams  drew  Patty  along; 
but  Patty,  much  frightened,  held  back  with  all 
her  might. 


52  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

"  Go  on,  *go  on,"  cried  Mr.  Jaques  from  be 
hind,  whose  arms  were  filled  with  carpet-bags. 

Japonica,  with  Moon  on  her  back,  and  carry 
ing  a  large  basket,  cried  out,  "What  for  you 
stop,  Miss  Patty  ?  You  be  crushed,  'deed  you 
will,  if  you  don't  hurry  up  wid  yoursef." 

But  Patty  still  pulled  back.  "  O  mamma," 
cried  she,  "  don't  go,  don't  go :  you  will  be  hurt ; 
don't  try  to  go  down  there." 

The  people  were  pushing  by,  and  impatiently 
murmuring  at  the  stoppage.  Mr.  Jaques  saw 
but  one  thing  to  do.  He  called  to  a  man, 
standing  down  in  the  boat,  "  Catch  this  child 
when  I  throw  her ; "  and,  before  Patty  could 
speak,  he  snatched  her  up  in  his  arms.  Di 
rectly  she  felt  herself  flying  through  the  air, 
and  caught  by  the  man,  who  placed  her,  aston 
ished  and  dumb,  upon  a  large  box  in  the  boat. 
She  saw  trunks  tumbled  over  the  side  of  the  ship, 
and  valises  thrown  on  to  the  boat  in  very  much 
the  same  manner ;  and  she  felt  indignant  that 
she  had  not  been  treated  with  more  respect  than 
one  of  these.  But  when  she  saw  her  mother 


PATTY  TREATED  LIKE  A  CARPET-BAG.   53 

reach  the  boat,  followed  by  Japonica  and  Moon, 
her  feelings  changed  from  indignation  to  con 
trition  and  shame ;  especially  as  her  mother 
looked  much  disturbed.  She  knew  she  had  an 
noyed  others  by  her  foolish  conduct,  and  she  was 
longing  to  acknowledge  her  fault ;  when  Japoni 
ca  approached  with  angry  looks  and  gestures :  — 

"  Ain't  you  'shamed  yousef,  Miss  Patty  ?  ain't 
you  'shamed  to  set  up  your  'beneezer  on  dat  dare 
rotten  ole  board  ;  and  mos  upset  de  whole  libbin 
drove  on  us  !  You  wery  bad  gal,  'deed  you  is." 

Patty's  lip  quivered ;  she  had  never  been 
scolded  so.  "  Indeed,  'Poney,"  she  said,  "  I 
know  it  was  very  wrong ;  but  I  was  so  afraid 
mamma  would  be  hurt !  " 

"  O,  go  'way  now,  wid  your  'scuses.  You 
was  n't  a  bit  afeared  of  breakin'  your  mudder's 
heart,  hinderin'  her  on  dat  slippery  ole  board; 
'deed  you  wasn't." 

Patty  burst  into  tears. 

"  Hi !  Honey !  It 's  all  ober,  you  know.  It 's 
jess  if  you  been  good  chile,  now  we  down  all 
safe.  'Poney 's  bad  hersef,  to  make  you  cry ; 
'deed  she  is." 


54  PATTY   "WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

Patty  still  sobbed;  and  while  Japonica  tried 
to  comfort  her,  Mrs.  Williams  arrived  at  their 
end  of  the  boat. 

"  What  are  you  crying  for,  Patty  ? " 

"  O  mamma,  I  have  behaved  so  foolishly." 

"  Since  you  think  so,  my  dear,  I  am  sure 
you  will  never  be  so  silly  again.  One  should 
always  follow  the  leader  in  these  cases,  even 
when  the  way  looks  dangerous." 

"  But,  mamma,  did  you  see  how  I  came 
down  at  last,  just  like  a  carpet-bag?" 

"  Yes,  I  saw ;  and,  impeding  the  way  as  you 
did,  I  felt  it  was  right  you  should  be  treated 
like  one." 

Patty  now  saw  Mr.  Jaques  at  a  little  dis 
tance  :  he  laughed  and  shook  his  finger  at  her, 
while  she  blushed  and  hid  her  face.  But  when 
he  came,  holding  out  his  hand  and  begging  to 
be  forgiven  the  rather  ungallant  act  of  throw 
ing  her  overboard,  Patty  readily  made  friends 
again,  and  consented  to  go  with  him  to  see  the 
working  of  the  wheel,  which  now  began  to  move 
them  up  the  river. 


UP   THE    RIVER.  55 


CHAPTER    VIII. 

UP    THE    RIVER. 

u  Slow  sailing  up  the  silver  stream, 

Fanned  by  the  freshening  breeze, 
What  bursts  of  golden  sunshine 
Came  dancing  through  the  trees. 

"  What  flowery  shapes  unnumbered ! 

What  glades  with  mosses  green  ! 
Of  all  the  rivers  in  the  world 
No  lovelier  may  be  seen !  " 

WHAT  a  lovely  river  it  was !  As  they  sailed 
on,  the  country  opened  to  their  view,  showing 
such  beauties  as  Patty  had  never  dreamed  of. 
Each  side  of  the  narrow  river  were  velvety 
green  banks,  dotted  with  gorgeous  flowers. 
Just  behind  these  arose  rich  masses  of  foliage 
and  vines,  so  closely  interlaced  that  they  seemed 
like  a  solid  wall.  Abrupt  openings,  on  one  side 
or  the  other,  .showed  vistas  of  soft  scenery, 


56  PATTY  WILLIAMS' s  VOYAGE. 

shrubby  hills,  and  placid  lakes,  with  here  and 
there  an  Indian  hut  in  its  fcttle  garden.  As 
they  advanced  they  came  to  a  still  narrower 
part  of  the  river,  where  the  overhanging  branches 
swept  the  roof  of  the  boat,  and  sent  delicious 
perfumes  from  their  bruised  blossoms,  among  the 
passengers,  who  delightedly  drew  in  the  sweet 
odors. 

Once  Patty  reached  her  hand  out,  and  caught 
at  a  wide,  smooth  leaf,  very  glossy  and  green ; 
she  pulled  it  on  to  the  boat  and  laid  her  cheek 
against  its  cool  palm.  Everybody  was  in  high 
spirits.  This  charming  excursion  was  a  great 
contrast  to  life  on  the  steamship,  and  sailing 
over  the  wide  and  dreary  ocean. 

This  beautiful  scenery  continued  all  the  way, 
till  at  last  they  came  to  the  end  of  the  river, 
and  reached  a  sheet  of  water  called  Lake  Nic 
aragua.  Here  was  another  steamboat,  much 
larger  than  the  one  on  the  river,  but  not  so 
large  as  the  great  ocean  steamship.  Into  this 
they  all  hurried,  and  everything  was  crowded 
again,  because  the  passengers  from  the  other 
boats  were  now  all  together. 


UP    THE    RIVER.  57 

While  crossing  they  passed  a  beautiful  moun 
tain  called  Ometepe,  standing  in  the  middle  of 
the  lake.  At  the  end  .of  twenty-four  hours  the 
boat  stopped,  within  sight  of  land :  it  could  go 
no  farther  because  of  the  breakers  or  great 
waves  dashing  over  rocks. 

Patty  stood  on  deck  with  her  mother.  "  Mam 
ma,  what  little  town  is  that  ?  "  she  said. 

"  It  is  Virgin  Bay" 

"  What  are  those  brown,  moving  things,  in 
such  crowds  upon  the  shore  ?  " 

"  They  are  mules :  we  shall  ride  upon  them 
to  reach  the  steamer  upon  the  other  side  of  the 
Isthmus." 

Patty  looked  delighted.  "  I  shall  like  that. 
But,  mamma,  what  is  that  rope  reaching  from 
our  boat  to  the  land  ?  and,  —  do  see :  a  boat 
is  coming  from  the  town ! " 

As  Patty  watched  this,  it  approached  rapidly 
nearer.  She  saw  men  standing  upright  and 
holding  on  to  the  rope,  by  which  means  they 
drew  their  boat  along.  This  boat  was  made 
of  iron  and  painted  red :  its  bottom  was  flat, 


58  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

so  that  it  could  ride  over  those  rough  break 
ers,  and  carry  the  people,  a  few  at  a  time, 
up  to  the  town.  It  went  and  returned  several 
times,  until  nearly  all  were  landed. 

"  Where  are  we  to  go  next  ? "  said  Patty, 
after  she  had  seen  her  friends  all  safe  upon  dry 
ground. 

"  To  the  hotel,"  replied  Mr.  Jaques,  smiling. 

Now  Patty's  idea  of  a  hotel  was  something 
very  extensive  and  splendid.  She  remembered 
the  great  hotels  in  Broadway,  and  had  no  idea 
of  anything  less  elegant  and  spacious  being 
called  one.  Mr.  Jaques  and  Mrs.  Williams 
were  amused  to  see  Patty's  searching  eyes, 
which  took  in  the  entire  town,  yet  found  noth 
ing  that  looked  like  a  hotel. 

"  I  don't  see  one,"  at  length  she  said ;  "  but 
I  suppose  you  know  where  it  is,  Mr.  Jaques, 
because  you  have  been  here  before." 

"  O  yes,  I  know  very  well  where  it  is,"  he 
replied. 

So  making  their  way  among  mules  and  bag 
gage,  men  and  women,  natives  and  pigs,  he 


UP    THE    RIVER.  59 

led  them  to  a  building,  quite  like  a  barn ;  only 
it  had  a  portico  in  front,  and  a  sign-board 
nailed  over  the  door,  with  "  UNITED  STATES 
HOTEL  "  printed  upon  it.  A  ragged  American 
flag  fluttered  over  the  sign.  Being  the  best  in 
Virgin  Bay,  this  hotel  was  crowded.  The  floor 
was  bare  ground,  like  a  cellar.  Extended  along 
its  whole  length  was  a  rough  board  table,  with 
food  for  those  who  were  hungry. 


60  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE, 


CHAPTER    IX. 

COMPANY    AT    THE    HOTEL. 
"  Take  a  'poon,  pig." 

PATTY'S  mother  was  most  desirous  to  change 
the  clothes  they  had  worn  so  long,  and  have  a 
tub  of  water  in  which  to  bathe.  They  were 
therefore  shown  at  once  to  their  room,  which 
Patty  thought  poor  accommodation  for  tired 
travellers ;  but  she  made  no  complaint :  indeed, 
she  was  so  much  entertained  that  she  could  do 
little  else  but  laugh. 

The  room  they  were  to  sleep  in  was  a  corner 
of  the  general  dining-room,  before  mentioned, 
partitioned  off  by  several  old  bed-quilts  and  bits 
of  matting  pinned  together,  and  nailed  across  to 
opposite  beams.  There  were  two  cot-bedsteads, 
without  bedding  of  any  kind  upon  them ;  a  bar- 


COMPANY    AT    THE    HOTEL.  61 

rel,  turned  upside  down,  with  a  tin  basin  and  a 
bar  of  soap  upon  it;  and  this  was  all  the  fur 
niture. 

"  Do  you  think  we  can  sleep  here  ? "  said 
Patty. 

"  We  can  do  anything  that  is  necessary,"  said 
mamma,  smiling. 

"Go  now,  Japonica,  and  see  if  we  can  have 
a  tub  of  water.  Come,  little  butterfly,"  and 
she  held  her  arms  out  to  Moon,  who  sprang  to 
wards  her. 

"  Mamma,"  said  Patty,  "  Moon  never  cries 
like  other  babies,  does  she  ?  " 

"  She  does  not  look  as  if  she  did,"  said  Mrs. 
Williams.  "  See  how  she  laughs,  and  how  full 
of  fun  her  face  is.  Poor  little  thing !  "  And 
the  lady  sighed. 

"  Why  do  you  call  her  poor,  mamma  ?  " 

Mrs.  Williams  did  not  immediately  reply ; 
and  just  then  Japonica  entered,  with  an  Indian 
boy,  bringing  a  large  tub  of  water.  They 
\placed  it  upon  the  ground,  and  the  boy  went  out. 
'  What  sort  of  a  boy  is  that,  mamma  ?  " 


62  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S  VOYAGE. 

"  A  Nicaragiian ;  partly  Spanish,  and  partly 
Indian." 

"  Do  they  speak  our  language  ?  " 

«  No,  —  Spanish." 

"  Come,  Miss  Patty,"  said  Japonica,  "  does  n't 
you  want  to  get  into  dat  are  tub  ?  " 

"  Yes,  I  do,  'Poney."  Patty  hurried  off  her 
clothes,  and  dipped  her  little  white  feet  into  the 
water. 

"  O  how  nice  it  feels ! "  said  she,  seating  her 
self.  "  Mamma,  look !  look !  see  those  noses 
coming  under  the  bed-quilt  wall ! " 

Mrs.  Williams  and  Japonica  both  turned,  and 
the  little  snouts,  and  the  next  minute  the  entire 
bodies,  of  three  young  pigs  appeared.  No  doubt 
these  little  pigs  were  amazed  to  see  Patty  in  the 
tub,  though  their  countenances  did  not  betray 
it.  Patty  covered  her  mouth  with  her  hands 
to  prevent  herself  from  laughing  aloud ;  but 
her  precaution  was  needless,  for  the  new  visitors 
seemed  accustomed  to  company,  and  trotted 
about  quite  at  home.  Moon  threw  her  orange 
at  them,  which  they  ate  greedily ;  then  going 


PIGS    IN    THE    BEDCHAMBER.  63 

to  the  tub,  they  jumped  up  with  their  forefeet 
upon  the  edge,  to  take  a  closer  survey,  and 
see  if  it  might  not  contain  something  relishing. 

Japonica  considered  this  altogether  too  great 
a  liberty.  She  tried  to  drive  them  off,  but  they 
only  ran  round  and  round  the  tub,  trying  to  get 
out  of  her  way.  At  last,  quite  out  of  patience, 
she  dealt  them  some  pretty  hard  blows  with  the 
umbrella.  They  squealed  frantically,  and  ran 
off  to  find  a  more  hospitable  welcome  else 
where. 

Patty  had  laughed  so  heartily  that  the  tears 
were  on  her  cheeks.  "  O  dear  !  "  she  cried,  "  to 
think  of  having  pigs  in  our  bedchamber ! " 

When  Patty  was  washed  and  dressed  she 
went  outside  the  curtain,  and  seated  herself 
upon  a  stool,  to  see  what  was  to  be  seen. 
There  she  again  met  the  little  pigs,  regaling 
themselves  upon  the  crumbs  that  fell  from  the 
table. 

After  supper  Patty  and  her  mother  went  on 
to  the  piazza.  Perched  upon  a  fence  near  by 
was  a  large,  gray  monkey,  amusing  the  people 
5 


64  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

with  his  ridiculous  antics.  He  held  pieces  of 
cocoanuts  in  his  hands,  and  threw  them  at  the 
passers-by.  He  snatched  a  woman's  bonnet  from 
her  head  and  put  it  upon  his  own,  with  various 
other  tricks,  which  made  Patty  laugh  immod 
erately.  There  were  a  great  number  of  parrots 
and  little  parroquets,  carried  about  for  sale,  sit 
ting  on  their  owners'  hands  or  shoulders.  Now 
and  then  a  native  woman  appeared  in  her  door 
way,  her  glossy  black  hair  braided  down  her 
back,  and  her  thin  white  skirt  plentifully  ruffled 
round  the  bottom ;  while  almost  invariably  a 
parrot  followed  behind  her. 

It  soon  grew  dark,  and  the  tired  travellers 
went  to  their  room.  Japonica  and  her  baby 
lay  asleep  upon  one  of  the  cots.  Mrs.  "Williams 
and  Patty  lay  down  upon  the  other,  and,  notwith 
standing  the  want  of  mattress  and  bed-clothes, 
they  quickly  fell  asleep  too.  Towards  morning 
Patty  was  awakened  by  being  pushed  up  and 
down  from  underneath  her  cot,  in  a  very  strange 
manner.  She  touched  her  mother.  "  Mamma, 
what  is  that  ?  "  she  whispered. 


AN   INTRUSION.  65 

Her  mother  roused  herself,  and  sat  up.  It  was 
still  dark ;  so  dark  that  she  could  not  have  seen 
what  was  under  the  bed  had  she  looked.  But 
her  doubts  came  suddenly  to  an  end,  when  she 
heard  a  satisfied  grunt!  It  was  the  mother  of 
the  three  young  pigs,  who  had  found  a  con 
venient  place  for  scratching  backs.  Patty  gladly 
listened  to  the  retreating  footsteps,  for  she  had 
no  liking  to  such  close  acquaintance  with  her 
pig-ship. 


66  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 


CHAPTER  X. 

CROSSING    THE   ISTHMUS. 

"  Cheerily,  merrily  riding  along, 
Their  hearts  are  light,  and  their  mules  are  strong." 

EARLY  in  the  morning  they  all  stood  at  the 
door  ready  for  their  mule-ride.  Mr.  Jaques 
proposed  that  Patty  should  ride  in  front  of  him 
on  his  mule,  as  she  was  too  young  to  be  trusted 
on  one  by  herself.  Patty  liked  this  arrangement 
on  account  of  its  safety :  we  know  she  was  not 
of  the  bravest. 

Side-saddles  were  scarce,  but  Mrs.  "Williams 
was  fortunate  enough  to  secure  one.  Nearly  all 
the  women  were  obliged  to  sit  upon  men's  sad 
dles.  Japonica  was  one  of  these  unfortunates. 

"  'Deed,  missis,"  she  protested,  "  I  can't  sit 
sideways  on  dat  dere  smoove  saddle.  I  pitch  off 
fus'  ting!" 


CROSSING    THE    ISTHMUS.  07 

*"  Just  try  it,  Japonica ;  I  think  you  can,"  said 
Mrs.  Williams. 

"  O  but,  missis,  I  nebber  can  do  it !  How  on 
de  yeth  does  you  'spect  me  to  hitch  on,  when 
dere's  ntiffin'  to  hitch  to?" 

"  Dear  'Poney,  see,  the  others  are  doing  it," 
coaxed  Patty. 

"  'Deed,  but  I  can't,"  persisted  Japonica,  ob 
stinately. 

Mr.  Jaques  laughed.  "Well,  then,  my  girl," 
said  he,  "  I  see  no  other  way  than  for  you  to 
ride  as  I  do." 

"  Hi !  Massa  Jaques,  I  can  do  dat  easy  'nuff, 
and  't  won't  be  fuss  time,  neider  !  "  So  saying, 
Japonica  strided  her  mule  and  placed  Moon  be 
fore  her,  which  gave  Patty  great  amusement  as 
well  as  satisfaction. 

They  started  off  right  merrily.  A  native  boy 
rode  along  with  them,  carrying  the  carpet-bags 
and  the  parrot.  It  was  a  delicious  morning,  and 
the  ride  was  charming.  Here  and  there  they 
halted  to  admire  some  new  opening  of  scenery, 
,or  to  gather  one  of  the  passion-flowers  that  ran 


68  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

profusely  about  their  feet,  or  to  watch  the  flight 
of  some  gaudy-plumaged  bird,  as  it  rose  over 
the  high  trees.  Patty  thought  it  the  most  mem 
orable  day  of  her  life.  Suddenly  Mr.  Jaques 
began  to  sing;  Patty,  too,  lifted  up  her  sweet 
voice,  and  Mrs.  Williams  was  drawn  into  the 
chorus.  They  sang  "  Home,  Sweet  Home,"  and 
the  neighboring  hills  and  rocks  re-echoed  to  the 
strain.  After  that,  to  Mr.  Jaques's  great  delight, 
Patty  broke  out  into  one  of  her  own  little  fa 
vorites. 

SONG. 

"  Sing  a  song  of  spring-time, 

Merry  let  it  be : 
The  robin  and  the  blackbird 
Tilting  on  the  tree. 

"  The  tree  began  to  leaf  out, 

The  birds  began  to  sing,  — 
Was  n't  that  a  sign  of 
The  coming  on  of  spring? 

"  Fruit-buds  blossoming, 

Dandelions  sunny ! 
Bees  in  the  clover-field, 
Hunting  for  the  honey ! 


CROSSING    THE    ISTHMUS.  69 

"  Maggy  in  the  green  lane, 

Violets  to  seek,  — 
Came  a  little  Mayfly, 
And  kissed  her  on  her  cheek." 

Patty  stopped ;  and  they  all  listened  to  'Po- 
ney,  who,  at  a  little  distance  before  them,  was 
also  singing.  It  was  a  song  of  her  own  ;  —  she 
had  made  it,  as  negroes  so  often  do,  to  suit  the 
occasion. 

"  Ridy  on  the  Isthmus ; 

Sing  a  baby  tune : 
'Pony  ride  a  mule-back, — 
'Pony  carry  Moon. 

"  Moon  sleep  in  'Pony  arms; 

Must  n't  let  her  wake. 
Missy  on  a  mule-back, 
'Long  a  Massa  Jaque. 

"  Ridy  on  the  Isthmus : 

Sing  a  baby  tune ; 
'Pony  ride  a  mule-back,  — 
'Pony  carry  Moon." 

Soon  they  came  up  with  a  small  party  of  foot- 
passengers.  They  were  several  men  and  women, 
two  boys  and  a  little  girl.  They  looked  round 


70  PATTY    WILLTAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

as  the  musical  party  advanced,  and  at  the  same 
instant  Patty  clapped  her  hands,  and  exclaimed, 
«  There 's  Biddy  !  " 

The  child  looked  up,  smiled,  and  seemed  much 
pleased  to  see  Patty. 

«  Why,  Biddy  !  "  said  Patty,  dismally,  «  are 
you  walking  all  the  way  across  ?  " 

"  Sure  I  am,"  replied  Biddy,  cheerfully.  Don't 
ye  see  my  fine,  stout  brogans  ?  They  're  betther 
than  a  mule,  any  way." 

"  But  you  must  be  tired.  I  can  walk  a  while 
now,  if  you  will  take  my  place.  Mr.  Jaques 
will  let  you  sit  up  here :  won't  you,  Mr. 
Jaques  ?  " 

Before  the  gentleman  could  reply,  Mr.  Brian 
said,  gayly,  "  Thank  ye,  kindly,  miss.  Ye  's  a 
rale  good-hearted  young  lady  ;  but  when  she  's 
tired,  my  Biddy  will  be  afther  ridin'  on  my 
back  in  turn  wid  the  boys.  My  respects  to  ye, 
miss,  and  a  fine  successful  journey  to  ye  all," 
and  Mr.  Brian  took  off  his  leather  cap  with  the 
grace  of  a  dancing-master. 

«  Thank  you,"  said  Patty.     "  Good  by,  then, 


^  THE  MULE'S  TRICK.  71 

Biddy ;  we  shall  see  each  other  again  soon." 
Our  party  rode  on,  and  were  soon  out  of 
sight. 

It  is  twelve  miles  from  Virgin  Bay  to  the 
Pacific  Ocean.  The  town  upon  that  side  of 
the  Isthmus  is  called  "  San  Juan "  also.  The 
way  the  two  are  distinguished,  one  from  the 
other,  is  by  calling  the  town  on  the  Atlantic 
side,  "  San  Juan  del  Norte"  meaning  North,  and 
the  town  on  the  Pacific  side  "  San  Juan  del 
Sur"  meaning  South. 

Very  few  had  left  Virgin  Bay  as  early  as 
Mrs.  Williams's  party ;  so  our  friends  arrived 
at  San  Juari  del  Sur  among  the  first  of  the  pas 
sengers.  At  the  entrance  of  the  town,  Japonica's 
,  mule,  probably  judging  his  work  to  be  at  an 
end,  quietly  squatted  down  in  the  sand,  and 
rolled  the  mother  and  baby  off  his  back.  Ja- 
ponica,  seeing  that  Moon  was  not  hurt,  sprang 
to  her  feet  and  looked  very  angry.  The  mule, 
on  the  contrary,  looked  quite  happy,  and  began 
rolling  over  and  over,  kicking  his  heels  in  all 
directions,  so  that  Japonica,  whose  fists  were 


72  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

doubled  ready  to  pommel  his  tough  hide,  was 
obliged  to  keep  at  a  respectable  distance,  and 
give  vent  only  to  violent  gestures  and  droll  ex 
pressions  of  disgust.  She  soon  forgot  her  anger, 
however,  when  she  heard  Patty's  merry  laugh, 
and  readily  joined  with  her  in  considering  it  a 
good  joke. 

-  Here  they  found  a  hotel  rather  better  in  ap 
pearance  than  the  one  they  had  left,  and  they 
made  themselves  comfortable  until  the  remainder 
of  the  passengers  arrived.  They  saw,  in  the  dis 
tance,  the  great  black  steamer  that  was  to  take 
them  to  San  Francisco.  It  looked  disagreeably, 
and  reminded  them  that  the  pleasantest  part  of 
their  journey  was  over. 

Late  in  the  forenoon  large  parties  of  people 
arrived ;  and,  after  a  while,  a  long  train  of  mules 
came  along  the  beach,  bringing  the  baggage.  It 
was  wonderful  what  immense  loads  these  little 
creatures  could  bear.  They  were  not  much  big 
ger  than  large  calves,  yet  most  of  them  carried 
two  trunks,  one  hanging  on  each  side.  It  looked 
to  Patty  as  if  the  trunks  themselves  had  legs 


CROSSING   THE    ISTHMUS. 


73 


and   a    head,    so    completely   hidden    were    the 
bodies  of  the  little  mules.   ^ 

Patty  was  afraid  they  suffered  by  being  made 
to  carry  such  heavy  burdens,  but  her  mother 
assured  her  that  these  mules  were  nearly  as 
strong  as  cart-horses,  and  much  surer  footed. 


74  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 


CHAPTEK   XI. 

PATTY    GROWS    BRAVE. 

"  What  strange  carriage  is  this  ?  " 

AFTER  a  while  Mr.  Jaqnes  came  to  say  they 
must  go  down  to  the  water  and  be  carried  to 
the  boats. 

"  Be  carried,  Mr.  Jaques  !  "  said  Patty ;  "  why 
can't  we  walk  ?  " 

He  laughed.  "  Can  you  walk  out  through 
the  surf,  into  the  ocean,  half  way  to  the  steam 
er  ?  " 

"  O  no  ;  neither  I  nor  mamma  could  do  that ; 
but  why  can't  we  be  rowed  over  in  a  boat  ? " 

"  Because  the  surf  is  so  high  here,  and  the 
bottom  so  shallow  that  boats  are  unmanageable 
very  near  the  shore.  You  will  have  to  be  car 
ried  out  to  them." 


A   NOVEL    CONVEYANCE.  75 

"  Carried  out  to  the  boats  ?  —  and  mamma," 
said  Patty,  anxiously,  "  must  she  be  picked  up 
and  carried  too  ?  " 

"Indeed  she  must,  or  be  left  here." 

Patty  jpoked  at  her  mother ;  but  meeting  only 
smiles  in  that  direction,  she  determined  to  be 
courageous. 

No  sooner  had  they  reached  the  edge  of  the 
water,  than  the  native  men  came  running  toward 
them,  offering  their  brawny  shoulders  for  service. 
Two  kneeled  down,  side  by  side,  and  Mrs.  Wil 
liams,  gathering  her  skirts  together,  came  in  front 
and  seated  herself  upon  their  shoulders,  holding 
on  to  their  heads  with  her  hands.  They  rose 
upon  their  feet,  and  Patty  beheld  her  mother 
lifted  up  and  marched  off  with,  directly  into  the 
ocean.  She,  however,  looked  back,  laughing,  and 
nodding  encouragement  to  Patty,  who  once  more 
resolved  not  to  be  a  coward  this  time,  and  al 
lowed  herself  to  be  carried  by  a  tall  Indian  into 
the  water  after  her  mother. 

These  men  walked  on  until  the  water  reached 
to  their  armpits,  and  they  were  swayed  from 


76  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

side  to  side  by  the  rolling  waves ;  yet  they  kept 
good  foothold,  and  landed  their  precious  cargoes 
in  the  small  boats,  that  lay  midway  between 
^the  steamer  and  the  shore. 

When  seated  safely  beside  her  mother  in  a 
boat,  Patty  was  able  to  look  back  and  laugh 
heartily  at  seeing  Mr.  Jaques  perched  upon 
the  shoulders  of  a  .native,  his  legs  sticking  out 
before  him,  one  on  each  side  of  the  man's  head. 
Mr.  Jaques  laughed  too,  and  was  at  last  uncere 
moniously  pitched  into  the  boat  on  his  hands 
and  knees. 

One  lady  afforded  much  amusement  by  pre 
tending  an  entire  indifference  to  her  awkward 
situation.  She  allowed  her  clothes  to  trail  after 
her  in  the  water,  rather  than  hold  up  her  feet 
like  a  sensible  woman. 

At  last  they  were  all  placed  in  boats,  and 
rowed  to  the  steamer.  They  went  up  its  side 
by  a  hanging  ladder ;  and  after  so  much  excite 
ment  and  fatigue,  were  glad  to  rest  quietly  in 
their  new  state-rooms.  It  would  be  plain  sailing 
now  until  they  reached  San  Francisco.  No 


PATTY'S  REQUEST.  77 

more  stopping ;  no  more  pretty  scenery.  Noth 
ing  but  the  broad  ocean,  after  this,  for  fourteen 
days. 

The  captain  of  this  ship  was  an  old  acquaint 
ance  of  Mrs.  Williams,  and  showed  many  kind 
nesses  to  her  and  Patty. 

Sitting  at  breakfast  next  morning,  Patty  con 
ceived  a  bright  idea.  Taking  courage,  she  slipped 
out  of  her  seat,  and  walked  directly  up  to  the 
captain.  He  looked  round  and  said,  pleasantly, 
"  Hav*  you  made  a  good  breakfast,  Miss  Patty?" 

"  Yes,  sir  ;  very  good  :  but  —  I  wish  to  ask 
you  something." 

"  I  am  all  attention,"  said  he,  kindly,  bending 
towards  her. 

Patty  hesitated,  and  rolled  up  her  apron. 
"  If  you  are  the  captain,  I  suppose  you  have 
things  the  way  you  please,  in  this  ship,  don't 
you  ?  " 

"What  then?" 

Patty  drew  a  long  breath,  and  looking  him 
right  in  the  eye,  said,  "  I  have  a  friend  in  the 
steerage,  —  a  little  girl.  If  you  would  please 


78  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

to  let  her  come  into  my  part  of  the  ship  every 
day  —  " 

"  Is  that  all  ?  "  laughed  the  captain.  «  Get 
your  friend  as  soon  as  you  please." 

"  O,  thank  you,  thank  you !  Bridget  will  be 
so  happy  !  "  and  away  she  ran. 

In  this  steamer  only  one  long  bar  separated 
the  steerage  from  the  after  deck ;  and  over  this 
bar  Patty  jumped  with  a  light  heart.  She  saw 
Biddy  sitting  on  her  father's  knee  ;  and  as  she 
came  near,  she  heard  these  words :  "  Sure, 
since  the  mother  died,  I've  niyer  read  my 
primer  at  all." 

"Well,  Biddy,  darlin',"  returned  the  father, 
"  1 11  be  trying  to  sind  you  all  to  school  in 
Californy." 

"  I  wonder  is  there  ary  a  school  in  the  mines, 
Dad?" 

"  I  don't  know,  Bridget,  dear ;  but  sure 
there 's  some  in  'Frisco.  We  '11  live  there 
when  we  've  dug  enough  of  gold  in  the  back 
counthry." 

"  Good  morning,  Biddy,"  said  Patty. 


PATTY   FINDS    BRIDGET.  79 

"  Och  !  It 's  the  swate  young  lady,"  said  Mr. 
Brian.  "  Top  of  the  mornin'  to  you,  miss." 

Bridget  got  down  from  her  father's  knee,  and 
took  hold  of  Patty's  hand.  u  I  'm  rale  glad 
you've  come,  Patty,  dear." 

"  Biddy,  the  captain  says  you  can  go  with 
me.  May  she,  Mr.  Brian  ?  " 

"  Sure  she  may ;  and  I  'm  much  obleeged  for 
the  perliteness." 

Joyfully  they  went  together ;  they  found  Ja- 
ponica,  who  sat  in  a  corner  of  the  deck,  with 
Moon  lying  across  her  knees. 

"  See  how  pretty  and  neat  she  looks  this  morn 
ing,"  said  Patty. 

"  'Deed,  Miss  Patty,  that 's  all  you  can  say 
ob  Moon  dis  day.  I 's  'feared  she  's  sick." 

"  Dear  'Poney,  what  makes  you  think  so  ?  " 

"  Jes  case  she  won't  laif  nor  nuffin,  missy  ; 
she  ony  kind  o'  hang,  rag-fashion,  eber  since  we 
come  'board." 

"  I  guess  she  's  only  tired,  'Poney.  Has  mam 
ma  seen  her  ?  " 

Japoinca  shook  her  head.  "  No,  honey  chile. 
6 


80  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

Ef  Moon  goin'  to  die,  nothin'  can  stop  her; 
ony  all  the  shine  go  out  of  'Poney,  'deed  it 
will." 

Patty  came  behind,  and  put  her  arms  round 
Japonica's  neck.  "  0,  don't  talk  so.  I  '11  run 
and  get  my  doll  for  her." 

In  the  state-room  she  found  her  mother  writing, 
with  a  book  upon  her  knees.  "  Mamma,  have 
you  noticed  Moon  this  morning  ?  " 

"  Yes,  dear :  I  see  she  is  not  well." 

"  Japonica  is  afraid  she  will  die,  mamma ;  at 
least,  I  think  she  is." 

"  Poor  Japonica ! "  said  Mrs.  Williams,  "  I  hope 
she  may  not  have  to  suffer  that.  Moon  has  a 
touch  of  the  Isthmus  fever ;  but  with  the  medi 
cine  I  have  given  her,  I  think  she  will  be  better 
soon.  Are  you  almost  tired  of  this  long  voyage, 
Biddy  ?  " 

"  Yes,  ma'am ;  I  am  intirely  tired  of  it." 

"  I  hope  the  days  will  slip  by  more  pleasantly 
now  you  have  Patty  to  play  with." 

"  They  will  do  that,"  said  Biddy,  smiling. 

They  now  went  back  with  the  doll  to  Moon. 


POOR   LITTLE  'MOON.  81 

The  child  opened  her  large  eyes  upon  the  doll, 
but  did  not  smile,  nor  hold  her  hands  out  for 
it.  Japonica  said  nothing.  After  a  while  she 
began  to  sing,  in  a  low  voice,  and  seeing  that 
Moon  slept,  the  children  went  to  seek  some 
amusement. 


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CHAPTER    XII. 

FRIENDLY   INTERCOURSE    REVIVED. 

"  They  sat  in  the  shade  of  the  awning  cool, 

While  the  midday  sun  was  glowing, 
And  heard  the  sound  of  the  murmuring  sea 
Far  under  the  great  ship  flowing." 

ON  the  upper  deck  the  sun  was  so  scorching 
that  they  quickly  came  down  again.  "  It 's  a 
good  thing  we  have  a  kiver  to  our  ship,"  re 
marked  Bridget. 

"  Yes.  I  wonder  how  people  bear  to  sail  in 
a  vessel  like  the  one  you  came  from  Ireland  in  ?  " 

"  They  must  be  hidden  under  the  sails,  or 
they  M  be  withered  to  a  crisp,  sure ! " 

"  I  think  I  should  have  a  little  tent  put  up, 
and  sit  under  it  as  an  Indian  does  in  his  wig 
wam." 

"  Wisrwam  !     What 's  that  at  all  ?  " 


FRIENDLY   INTERCOURSE    REVIVED.  83 

"  It 's  a  sort  of  coop  that  Indians  live  in, 
made  of  bark,  and  pointed  at  the  top.  Have 
you  never  seen  the  picture  of  one  ?  " 

"No."  • 

"  Can  you  read  ?  "   asked  Patty. 

"I  used  to  have  some  learnin'  in  the  begin 
ning  of  my  primer,  but  I  'm  thinkin'  I  Ve  forgot 
it  all  now." 

"  I  can  read,  Biddy :  suppose  I  ask  mamma 
for  one  of  my  story-books,  and  I'll  read  to 
you." 

"  Yes  !  "    exclaimed  Bridget,  greatly  pleased. 

Patty  ran  to  her  mother  and  soon  returned 
with  a  little  volume  of  songs,  out  of  which  she 
read  to  Biddy,  who  listened  with  eager  attention. 
The  book  was  entitled  "  THE  FLOWERET."  Pat 
ty  selected 

THE  FLY  AND  THE  RAIN-DROP. 

"  One  warm,  summer  morning, 

A  very  small  fly 
Was  dancing  and  buzzing, 
All  round  in  the  sky. 


84  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

"  *  See ! '  says  the  little  fly, 

*  What  I  can  do ! 
While  I  dance  on  my  wings, 
I  can  sing  with  them  too.' 

"  From  a  cloud  that  was  passing  by 

Fell  a  rain-drop, 
And  swallowed  the  poor  little 
Buzzing  fly  up. 

"'Oh!'  says  the  little  fly, 

'What  shall  I  do? 
This  is  the  strangest  thing 
Ever  I  knew.' 

"  The  thunder-cloud  burst, 

And  came  down  in  a  shower, 
And  the  drop  with  the  fly  in  it 
Fell  on  a  flower. 

"'Oh!'  says  the  little  fly, 

'What  shall  I  do? 
I  should  be  as  well  off 

With  no  wings  as  with  two ! ' 

"  The  flower  grew  low, 

By  the  side  of  a  brook, 
And  into  its  waters 
The  rain-drop  she  shook. 


THE   FLY   AND    THE   RAIN-DROP.  85 

"'Oh!'  says  the  little  fly, 

'What  shall  I  do? 
My  wings  and  my  body 
Are  wet  through  and  through.* 

"  Away  ran  the  little  brook, 

Faster  than  ever, 
And  tumbled  the  fly  and  drop 
Into  the  river. 

"'Oh! '  says  the  little  fly, 

'What  shall  I  do? 
Where  am  I  going  ? 
I  wish  that  I  knew.* 

"  The  river  rolled  on, 

With  a  mighty  commotion, 
And  emptied  the  little  drop 
Into  the  ocean. 

"  '  Oh ! '  says  the  little  fly, 

'What  shall  I  do? 
The  whole  world  is  drowning, 
And  I  shall  drown  too.' 

"  There  came  a  great  fish, 

With  a  dull-looking  eye, 

And  he  snapped  at  the  drop 

For  the  sake  of  the  fly. 


86  PATTY  WILLIAMS' s  VOYAGE. 

"  <  Oh ! '  says  the  little  fly, 

'What  shall  I  do? 
He  sees  me,  —  he  '11  have  me,  — 
He  '11  bite  me  in  two ! ' 

"  A  sunbeam  that  saw 

What  the  matter  was  there, 
Drank  the  drop, 
And  the  fly  was  as  free  as  the  air. 

"  '  Now,'  says  the  little  fly, 

'  See  what  I  '11  do. 
So  he  shook  his  little  wings, 
And  away  he  flew.'  " 

After  this,  Bridget  became  eager  for  more. 
"  How  illigant  you  read,  Patty." 

"  Mamma  taught  me.  Would  you  like  me  to 
teach  you  ?  " 

"  I  would,  but  my  primer  is  in  father's  chist, 
nailed  up." 

"  I  have  a  primer,  Biddy ;  I  '11  run  for  it 
now,  and  we  will  play  school ;  only  it  won't 
be  play,  —  it  will  be  real  earnest,  you  know." 

In  earnest  they  began :  Biddy  to  spell  the 
words,  and  Patty  vainly  trying  to  correct  the 


TEACHING    BIDDY    HOW    TO    READ.  87 

brogue,  which  rolled  off  Biddy's  tongue  like  oil 
from  water.  The  time  slipped  pleasantly  by, 
and  when  the  deafening  gong  came  beating 
round  the  ship  to  call  the  people  to  dinner,  the 
little  girls  could  hardly  believe  they  had  been 
busy  so  long.  They  separated  at  the  steerage- 
bar.  Biddy  ran  to  her  bean-soup,  and  Patty 
to  her  more  select  repast  in  the  cabin  below. 

The  rest  of  the  day  Patty  stayed  with  Japon- 
ica  and  Moon.  She  sat  fanning  the  little  child, 
and  holding  ice  to  her  parched  lips,  watching 
her  as  she  slept,  and  trying  to  cheer  Japonica 
with  pleasant  stories  of  the  home  she  had  left 
in  New  York. 


PATTY   "WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 


CHAPTER   XIII. 

MOON    SLEEPS. 

"  The  angels  said, 

1  This  child  we  to  ourselves  will  take  ; 
She  shall  be  ours,  and  we  will  make 
A  Lady  of  our  own.  '  " 

> 

NEXT  morning  when  Patty  awoke,  she  saw 
Japonica  combing  her  mother's  hair,  and  she  felt 
at  once  that  Moon  must  be  better.  She  sat  up 
in  her  berth  and  looked  over  to  the  one  under 
neath  her.  She  saw  the  soft,  dark  ringlets  peep 
ing  out  among  the  pillows,  and  one  little  hand 
lay  quietly  upon  the  coverlid. 

"  Moon  is  better,  is  n't  she,  'Poney  ?  " 

"  Yes,  missy,  I  'speck  she  be ;  she  slep  wery 
soun',  and  nebber  stir  de  whole  bressed  night." 

"  O,  I  am  so  glad !  You  will  look  happy  again 
to-day,  won't  you,  dear  'Poney  ?  " 

"  I  '11  be  ugly,  good-for-nuffiin  ting  if  I  does  n't, 


MOON    SLEEPS.  89 

when  I  got  such  sweet  little  missy  to  take  care 
of !  "  said  Japonica. 

"  And  such  a  sweet  little  child  as  Moon,"  re 
turned  Patty. 

Japonica  tossed  her  head  and  laughed.  Mrs. 
Williams  asked  her  to  go  for  a  pitcher  of  water. 
Japonica  obeyed,  and  Patty  slipped  down  from 
her  berth.  She  stooped  over  Moon  to  look  at 
her,  and  wondered  why  she  lay  so  very  still  and 
pale.  She  gently  lifted  the  little  hand.  —  it  was 
cold  and  nerveless.  Patty  stood  up  quickly. 

"  Mamma !    is  anything  ailing  Moon  ?  " 

"  What  do  you  mean,  my  dear  ? "  said  Mrs. 
Williams,  turning  round. 

Patty  trembled.  "  Mamma,  just  look  at  her,  — 
please,  touch  her  hand." 

The  lady  stooped  over  the  child,  touched  it, 
began  to  rub  the  little  hands  and  arms,  but  sud 
denly  letting  go,  she  hid  her  face  and  wept. 

Patty  stood  still ;  she  heard  her  mother  sob, 
and  her  own  heart  swelled  almost  to  bursting. 
She  curled  herself  up  in  her  berth  again,  and 
burying  her  face  in  the  pillow,  gave  vent  to  her 


90  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

grief.  Then  Japonica  appeared  at  the  door  with 
the  pitcher.  She  laughed,  and  said,  "  How 
soun'  dat  chile  do  sleep,  dis  mornin'."  She 
sat  the  pitcher  down,  and  suddenly  perceiving 
her  mistress's  tears,  exclaimed,  "  What  for  you 
cry,  missis  ?  " 

Mrs.  Williams  put  her  arm  over  Japonica's 
shoulder.  "  My  poor  child,  if  God  calls  Moon 
away,  won't  you  try  to  give  her  to  the  great 
Father  without  resisting  ?  " 

"  For  mercy's  sakes,  missis,  is  HE  coming  ? 
'Deed  I  can't  spare  my  Moon  yet ! "  cried  Ja 
ponica,  leaning  against  the  door. 

"  But  you  would  have  given  her  to  me  in 
Jamaica,  because  I  could  do  more  for  her  than 
you  could  yourself.  How  much  better,  then, 
will  the  Father  in  heaven  care  for  her." 

Japonica  looked  wildly  in  Mrs.  Williams's 
face,  and  trembling,  sank  upon  her  knees.  Hur 
riedly  she  caught  Moon  in  her  arms,  —  gazed 
upon  her  lifeless  face,  and  uttered  a  cry  of  hope 
less  agony. 

Mrs.  Williams  took  the  little  lifeless  form  from 


MOON    SLEEPS.  91 

the  mother's  quivering  arms,  and  laid  it  back 
into  the  berth. 

Patty  smothered  her  sobs,  and  with  stream 
ing  eyes,  stretched  her  arms  out  to  Japonica ; 
but  her  mother  held  her  back,  and  for  a  moment 
they  were  all  silent.  Then  Japonica,  without 
moving,  said :  "  'Deed  HE  has  come !  Now 
Poor  Japonica  all  'lone  in  dis  worl',  wid  numn 
to  lub  her!" 

Patty  could  bear  this  no  longer.  Springing 
up,  and  throwing  her  arms  around  Japonica, 
she  cried :  "  O  'Poney  !  dear  'Poney  !  I  love  you, 
—  mamma  loves  you  !  " 

Mrs.  Williams  sat  by  her.  "  And  Moon  loves 
you,  Japonica.  Moon  has  not  left  you  forever : 
she  will  be  often  with  you  when  you  don't  know 
it,  and  if  you  live  to  deserve  it,  you  will  see 
her  again  when  the  MASTER  calls  you  too." 

"  Are  you  sure  of  dat,  missis  ?  " 

"Sure,  Japonica." 

The  poor  girl  raised  her  head  and  drew  a 
long  breath.  "  My  heart  is  broke,  broke ;  0 
honey ;  sweety  Moon,  does  you  know  your  mud- 


92  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

der  is  lefF  widout  you  ?  Does  you  know  I's 
poor,  lonesome,  'reaved,  unhappy?"  Here  her 
tears  burst  forth  ;  she  sank  again  upon  her  knees 
beside  her  baby,  and  kissed  its  little  hands  and 
naked  feet.  She  rocked  herself  back  and  for 
ward,  and  could  not  be  comforted. 

Patty  had  quietly  tried  to  dress  herself,  and 
now  stood  by  Japonica,  vainly  endeavoring  to 
soothe  the  poor,  distracted  mother.  Mrs.  Wil 
liams  had  hurried  away  to  tell  the  sad  event 
to  the  captain.  She  returned  quickly,  and  said: 
"  Come,  Japonica,  try  to  be  calm ;  go  down 
into  the  cabin,  where  some  kind  ladies  are  wait 
ing  for  you,  and  I  will  see  to  the  dear  little  one 
now." 

"  No,  no,  missis  !  "  cried  she ;  "  Japonica  will 
not  go  'way  from  Moon !  Don't  let  'em  fro  my 
picaninny  into  de  great  water !  if  you  do,  I  '11 
go  too,  'deed  I  will,"  and  she  clasped  the  little 
body  in  her  arms. 

"  No !  you  will  do  nothing  wicked,  I  am  sure, 
Japonica,  because  you  wish  to  meet  the  baby 
again.  Kemember,  what  you  have  in  your  arms 


MOON    SLEEPS.  93 

is  not  Moon ;  it  is  only  senseless  flesh.  The 
spirit  that  made  it  beautiful  and  dear  has  gone 
up, — up,  Japonica,  to  the  bright  home  where 
she  belongs.  She  is  not  going  into  the  water,  — 
only  this  — "  Mrs.  "Williams  gently  strove  to 
take  it  from  the  mother's  tight  embrace,  but 
Japonica  suddenly  stood  up. 

"  Den  let  me  do  it,  missis  dear,  —  let  me  drop 
dis  little  chile  down  into  de  big  sea.  I  can  do 
it  easy,  and  tenderer  dan  de  man.  I  do  it  my- 
seff,  and  Japonica  make  no  fuss,  'deed  she 
won't ! "  Her  eager  eyes  were  fixed  upon  her 
mistress  in  entreaty. 

The  tears  rushed  up  to  Mrs.  Williams's  eyes, 
and  she  said :  "  Yes,  yes,  —  indeed  you  shall  do 
it  yourself,  poor  child." 

Moon's  little  body,  wrapped  -in  a  sheet,  was 
held  close  in  her  mother's  arms  as  they  came 
out  upon  the  deck  and  descended  into  the  cabin. 
Japonica  was  quiet ;  but  grief  marked  every  fea 
ture.  Patty  stood  by,  hiding  her  tearful  face 
in  Japonica's  dress.  People,  with  sympathetic 
looks,  crowded  about,  and  one  of  the  gentlemen 


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on  board,  who  was  a  clergyman,  came  toward 
them  and  told  Japonica  to  kneel. 

She  knelt  down,  and  he  knelt  beside  her. 
He  prayed  that  the  young  mother's  heart  might 
be  comforted,  and  that  she  might  willingly  let 
her  child  join  the  angels.  Many  kind  and  pre 
cious  words  this  good  gentleman  said,  and  when 
he  arose  from  his  knees,  he  put  his  hand  upon 
Japonica's  shoulder,  and  said,  "  Come."  - 

At  the  same  moment  the  steamer  stopped. 

Silence  fell  upon  every  one.  He  led  the  way 
out  a  side-door  to  the  lower  deck,  which  was 
close  down  to  the  water.  Japonica  followed, 
and  when  she  came  to  the  edge,  stood  still,  and 
pressed  the  little  burden  close  to  her  breast. 
Then  gently  she  bent  over  the  water,  —  softly 
she  let  Moon  slip  from  her  outstretched  arms,  — 
and  it  was  over. 


ARRIVAL.  95 


CHAPTER    XIV. 

ARRIVAL. 

"  Trouble  braved  cheerily, 
Toil  taken  merrily, 

Hearts  warm  with  kindness  and  love  ; 
0,  with  what  rapture  then, 
Friends  parted,  meet  again ; 

Praise  to  the  Father  above  !  " 

THE  steamer  stirred  ;  the  wheels  again  began 
their  work  ;  but  Japonica  knew  it  not.  She  was 
carried  to  the  cabin,  and  there  placed  upon  a 
sofa,  where  the  poor,  unconscious  one  lay,  soon 
forgotten  by  all  but  Patty  and  her  mother. 
When  she  was  at  length  restored,  and  saw  two 
kind,  affectionate  faces  bending  over  her,  and 
felt  the  refreshing  ice-water  upon  her  forehead, 
a  vague  feeling  came  back,  that  after  all  she 
was  not  quite  forsaken  ;  and,  as  she  saw  little 
Patty,  so  pure  and  innocent,  dropping  her  grieved 
7 


96  PATTY  WILLIAMS' s  VOYAGE. 

heart-tears  upon  her,  she  felt  she  had  still  some 
thing  left  to  love. 

There  were  now  twelve  more  days  of  the 
wearisome  voyage.  A  part  of  every  day  Patty 
passed  with  Biddy,  who  made  good  progress  in 
the  primer ;  but  she  clung  most  to  Japonica,  un 
willing  to  leave  her  alone  to  brood  over  her  sad 
loss.  After  a  few  days  Japonica  ceased  to  speak 
of  Moon,  except  when  she  put  Patty  to  bed  at 
night,  when  the  little  girl,  lying  in  her  berth, 
would  draw  Japonica  near  to  her,  and  holding 
her  brown  hands  close  in  her  own,  talk  to  her 
after  this  manner  :  — 

"  Dear  'Poney,  I  think  Moon  is  glad  that 
we  don't  cry  about  her  any  more." 

"  Does  you  tink  so,  Miss  Patty  ?  'deed,  den, 
I  '11  try  not  to  dis'point  Moon." 

'Poney  covered  her  face  with  her  apron  and 
sighed. 

"What's  the  matter,  'Poney  ?  " 

"  0,  Miss  Patty,  I 's  tinking,  sometimes,  clat 
de  sweet  little  body  I  dropped  into  de  water, 
is  all  Vowered,  may  be,  by  de  fishes." 


ARRIVAL.  97 

"Do  you?  I  don't,"  said  Patty,  softly.  "I 
always  think  of  it,  going  down,  down,  through  the 
smooth,  blue  ocean,  until  it  reached  the  beautiful 
coral  groves  ;  and  that  it  may  now  be  lying  on 
a  bed  of  pearls,  all  wrapped  in  soft,  green  sea 
weeds,  quite  safe  from  harm.  I  like  this  a  great 
deal  better  than  if  it  had  been  nailed  up  in  a 
box,  and  buried  under  the  ground." 

"  You  is  born  to  be  'Poney's  comfort ;  'deed 
you  is,  honey  !  " 

So  they  talked  together  till  Patty  slept  and 
'Poney  wras  comforted. 

At  hist  the  voyage  drew  near  its  end :  only 
one  more  day  was  left.  All  the  ladie^  were 
busily  packing  their  trunks  for  the  last  time, 
and  Mrs.  Williams  and  Japonica  were  not  the 
least  busy. 

Patty  ran  about  the  ship,  saying  farewell  words 
to  everybody  ohe  knew.  She  took  her  primer 
and  went  to  Biddy. 

"  Come,"  she  said,  "  let  us  have  one  more  les 
son,"  and  Biddy  readily  obeyed  the  summons. 

"Well,   dear    Biddy,"  said    Patty,  when   they 


98  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

had  finished  the  lesson,  "  I  am  glad  I  found 
you  on  this  ship.  I  love  you,  and  I  shall 
never  forget  the  nice  times  we  have  had  to 
gether." 

Biddy  put  the  corner  of  her  apron  to  her 
eyes,  and  said,  tremulously,  "  It  is  rale  hard 
to  be  afther  partin'  now,  and  niver  to  see  ach 
other  agin." 

"  But    we    shall   see    each    other    in    Califor-     . 
ma." 

"  Father  says  we  '11  not.  We  '11  be  goin'  to 
the  mines  altogether ;  and  you  in  the  city,  I  sup 
pose." 

"  But  after  your  father  gets  gold  enough,  won't 
he  come  to  the  city?" 

"  Sure  he  may,"  said  Bridget,  encouraged. 

"  Biddy,  you  may  keep  this  primer  to  remem 
ber  me  by." 

"  I  will,  indade,  and  much  obleeged  to  you 
for  the  gift." 

"  Now  kiss  me,  dear  Biddy.  Mamma  is  wait 
ing  for  me  to  go  down  to  dinner." 

Biddy  threw   her   arms    round    Patty.      They 


ARRIVAL.  99 

kissed  without  speaking,  and  each  ran  her  sep 
arate  way. 

The  afternoon  passed  on.  Standing  with  her 
mother  on  deck,  Patty  saw  the  distant,  bleak 
shores  of  Upper  California,  and  wondered  if  it 
would  look  so  desolate  where  they  were  going. 
At  last  the  moon  arose.  Patty  complained  of 
cold,  and  they  went  to  their  state-room,  where 
Japonica  was  putting  away  a  few  odd  things 
that  were  yet  unpacked. 

"  Is  everything  ready  now,  Japonica  ?  " 

"  Yes,  missis,  ebery  ting.  How  long  'fore  we 
'rive  now,  missis  ?  " 

"  About  two  hours,  I  think." 

Patty  climbed  to  Japonica's  lap,  and  fell 
asleep. 

"  Don't  undress  Patty  to-night,"  said  Mrs. 
Williams  to  Japonica.  "  Lay  her  on  the  bed 
as  she  is." 

Japonica  laid  Patty  gently  on  her  pillow,  and 
sat  by,  watching  with  affectionate,  glittering  eyes. 
Gradually  her  head  drooped  upon  her  breast, 
and  she  also  slept. 


100  PATTY    WILLIAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

**  Mrs.  Williams  went  to  the  window.  A  charm 
ing  sight  met  her  eyes.  The  steamer  was  enter 
ing  the  "  Golden  Gate,"  which  is  a  narrow  pas 
sage  of  water  leading  from  the  ocean  to  the 
harbor  of  the  city  of  San  Francisco,  —  one  of 
the  most  beautiful  harbors  in  the  world.  On 
each  side  were  hills  rich  with  verdure.  The 
moon  rode  high  in  the  clear  heavens,  and  touched 
with  silver  the  entire  scene.  Beyond  lay  the 
city,  —  the  new  city,  then  scarcely  two  years  old, 
—  upon  three  hills  sloping  to  the  water.  Up 
against  it  lay  many  ships  at  anchor,  showing 
how  busy  the  young  El  Dorado  was  so  early  in 
its  life. 

Very  high,  on  the  top  of  a  hill,  standing  alone, 
was  a  little  ^ouse,  and  above  it  waved  the  Amer 
ican  flag,  as  a  signal  that  the  steamer  was  com 
ing  in. 

The  ship  quivered  :  the  explosion  of  the  gun 
followed.  Now  they  were  drawing  near  to  the 
wharf.  Mrs.  Williams  looked  eagerly  from  the 
little  window.  The  wharf  seemed  almost  deserted, 
for  it  was  so  late  in  the  night  as  to  be  almost 


ARRIVAL.  101 

morning.  The  steamer  stopped.  Numberless 
footsteps  were  heard  hurrying  above.  Loud 
voices  shouted  orders  to  the  men.  Presently 
a  knock  on  her  door :  she  opened  it :  it  was 
the  stewardess.  / 

"  A  gentleman  is  inquiring  for  you,  ma'am." 
She  retired,  and  the  gentleman  stood  in  the  door 
way  ;  he  strode  across  the  threshold,  and  hus 
band  and  wife  were  reunited. 

"  She  is  asleep,"  said  Mrs.  Williams,  when, 
unclasping  his  arms  from  her,  he  looked  towards 
Patty. 

"  Let  me  look  at  her  as  she  lies  now/'  He 
stooped  over  his  child  and  kissed  her  softly. 
"  She  has  altered  somewhat,  but  is  still  beauti 
ful,  —  still  like  mamma."  Again  he  kissed  the 
red  lips,  which  parted  in  a  pretty  smile  that 
brought  an  answering  one  from  the  father.  Then 
he  stood  up.  Japonica,  roused  at  the  same  time, 
started  from  her  seat.  She  came  to  her  conclu 
sions  at  once. 

"  O  massa !  I 's  so  glad  you  *s  come,  'deed  I 
is.  I  hopes  your  health  is  fus'  rate,  sir." 


102  PATTY    WILLTAMS'S    VOYAGE. 

"  Thank   you,  my  good  girl ;    you  are  — " 

His  wife  interrupted  him  :  "  This  is  Japonica. 
She  came  from  Jamaica.  I  was  fortunate  enough 
to  engage  her  to  live  with  us." 

Japonica  courtesied.  "  O  Lor',  missis,"  said  she, 
smiling,  "  it 's  Japonica  dat  's  fortunate  ;  'deed 
she  is." 

"  That  you  certainly  are,  Japonica,"  said  Mr. 
Williams,  "  and  I  doubt  not  your  mistress  finds 
you  a  good  girl."  Then  turning  to  his  wife : 
"  Now,  my  love,  I  have  a  carriage  waiting ;  we 
will  go  at  once  to  the  hotel,  and  leave  the  bag 
gage  here  until  morning.  Get  ready  while  I 
waken  my  little  Patty." 

He  sat  down  by  her,  and  lifted  her  out  of  the 
berth  in  his  arms.  Then  .he  pushed  the  soft 
hair  from  her  forehead,  and  kissed  her  many 
times.  Patty  rubbed  her  eyes,  and  sat  up ; 
she  gazed  about  writh  an  amazed  expression, 
then,  looking  directly  into  her  father's  eyes,  "  It 
is  —  it  is  papa,"  she  cried,  —  "  my  own  papa ! " 
She  threw  her  arms  about  his  neck,  and  nestled 
close  in  his  embrace. 


ARRIVAL.  103 

The  father's  eyes  glistened.  He  stood  her 
down  upon  her  feet.  "  How  tall  she  has  grown, 
—  my  bird,  my  little  daughter;  and  he  kissed 
her  again  and  again.  "But  come,  —  on  with 
her  hat,  Japonica,  and  wrap  her  up  warm.  I 
must  have  you  all  out  of  these  quarters." 

They  hurried  off  the  ship,  and  entered  the 
carriage ;  and  no  happier  party  drove  through 
the  streets  of  San  Francisco  that  night,  if  night 
it  could  be  called,  when  the  eastern  sky  was  al 
ready  tinged  with  the  dawn  of  day.  So  ended 
PATTY'S  VOYAGE. 


Should  the  voyage  of  life  be  performed  by 
Patty  in  the  same  sweet  spirit  we  have  seen 
her  exhibit  in  this,  her  short  ocean  trip,  it  may 
prove  both  pleasant  and  profitable  to  meet  with 
her  again.  Possibly  we  may  hear  of  her  here 
after,  in  San  Francisco.  Genuine  sweet  tem 
per  and  kind  sympathies  find  room  for  expres 
sion  under  all  circumstances. 


104  PATTY   WILLIAMS'S   VOYAGE. 

"  'T  is  good  to  make  all  duty  sweet, 

To  be  alert  and  kind; 
'T  is  good,  like  little  Mabel, 
To  have  a  willing  mind." 


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